Thank you all for your comments the past few days. I got some very interesting feedback, a few kick-in-the-pants, and a lot of support. :)
I believe in letting things out. Sometimes, that's all I'm trying to do here. I've kept journals off and on throughout my life. I've found that I stop journaling when things are rough. You'd think that would be when I most need it. But my thoughts get jumbled up and I can't write fast enough to get them out.
Those are the times when Spike becomes my therapist. I can ramble to him about what's happening and he just listens. Or doesn't. Who knows. But I find it works because: a) he never spills my secrets, b) he doesn't try to fix it or give advice, c) once it's out, I don't have to dwell on it anymore, and d) he's really, really cheap. ;)
Plus, I think he knows when I need comfort because he'll curl up beside me and I can pet him without worrying about losing a hand. :)
They say that pets help lower an owner's blood pressure. I suppose that's true of Spike. Although last night it got a little high when he decided to push a ceramic potpourri bowl off the kitchen counter! Stripey rotter!
“Time spent with cats is never wasted.”~Sigmund Freud
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