BLOGTOBER | Favorite quote and why

So, last week was a really tough week for me.  Paige decided that she wanted to be a big grumpy butt most of the week, my headaches/migraines have been killing me, and probably one of the worst things ever....my cat is gone.  That is why I took a few days off last week.  I needed that time for myself.

If you remember from THIS POST, my cat was my best friend in the world, and he was my fur baby.  I know there are a lot of people out there that don't connect with animals as much as others do, so I don't expect you to understand.  But I feel like my heart has been crushed and I constantly have the tightness in my throat from crying nonstop.  

With all of that being said, I thought of this quote...

.... sometimes life can get really tough, but I've learned that you have to focus on all of the good things in your life to help you pull yourself through.  There is always something stressful happening, but it's all in how you look at it.  For me this quote means that even when something bad is happening, you still have so much good in your life to celebrate.  And in this case, to celebrate his life....I am so grateful that I got to have so many good years with my little guy.  Especially because I was only promised such a short time with him and he was with me for over 8 years.  I will always think about him and love him with all of my heart <3

Sorry this post was kind of a sad one....but some times it feels better just to write things down.  I'm definitely looking forward to seeing everyone else's inspirational quotes today too.  I promise I will be back to my cheery self tomorrow!  I'm looking forward to tomorrow's fall fashion post.  I LOVE Fall fashion.

Let me tell you 'bout my beeest frieeend...

As I was looking through some of my posts from the last couple months I realized that I haven't introduced you to one of the most important men in my life...

His name is "Momma's Boy" aka "Handsome".  I'm sure you can see why...

Right before I graduated high school, I started working at a pet shop.  I still consider it one of my favorite jobs ever!  I barely made minimum wage but I got to hang out with all kinds of furry and not so furry friends.

One day when we were about to close for the day, a woman came in with a litter of kittens that she wanted to get rid of (happened all the time), so what we always did was take them in, get them cleaned up, and schedule for a vet to check them out the next day.  One by one the vet checked them out and "okayed" them for sale, but when she got to the last 2 she found a level 3 heart murmur in the them both.  That made them "unsellable".  There was a teeny tiny orange and white guy (baby Momma's boy) and a little black and white boy.  My best friend took home the tuxedo kitty and named him Ozzy.

As the vet continued to give a check up to the little orange boy she noticed a bad upper respiratory infection, ear mites, and a gooey infection in his eyes.  She said he probably wouldn't last the week.  So, I decided he was coming home with me and getting all of the love that he could for that week, instead of living in some cage.

A week went by, then a month, and the vet was amazed to see that he pulled through.  She said with his weak heart she never would have expected it, and also that he may not live as long of a life as a normal cat but he was doing so much better.  Well, he is now 8 years old and still has me wrapped around his little paw.

His name was originally Gizmo but he followed me around constantly, so I kept saying "you're such a little Momma's Boy" and I guess he like that better.  He can be such a little butthead but I love him like crazy.  He's been with me through so much and I don't know what I would have done without him.