Prompt – When you were young, what did you want to be when you grew up? 

Up until I was a sophomore in college, I had had the same future goal for my life that I wanted. I had always wanted to be a vet due to certain situations that had happened in my life. When I was 6 years old, my dad called and told me that when I came to visit him that something would be different. He was letting me know that my cat Marc’s brother Franc had passed away. He had been sick for weeks and refused to eat and passed away unfortunately, he had always been the runt.

When this happened, I told myself I was going to become a Vet in order to save animals that struggle like Franc did when I was a child. Honestly, although I didn’t wind up going down that path, I still find medicine, especially with animals, to be incredibly interesting. I listen and watch videos that have to do with working on animals that have different types of physical problems.

For me, the most difficult loss I’ve suffered was my 21 year old cat that passed during my Sophomore year of college. This cat, named Marc, was a kitten that my mom got before she became pregnant with me after adopting his brother previously. When I was about 10, my parents had started to prepare me for the idea that he might not last forever and that he could go any day, they had no idea that I would have so much longer with him.

The last month of his life, his stomach became distended and he started having some issues walking. He was still walking, eating, and didn’t seem in a lot of pain. We had scheduled a vet appointment for a Friday night that I had planned on going to with my mother, because some part of me had thought that he might not come out of it. I couldn’t live with myself if he went to the vet and needed to be put down and I couldn’t be there.

That Friday morning, I get a call from my mother before 7 am saying Marc had a seizure and passed away in her arms. She had put him in a separate room to get his wet food due to his age, we didn’t want the other cats to bother him. She heard him start to cry out and found him having this seizure. She was crying and wanted to know if I wanted to see him..of course.

My mother drove straight to my apartment near my college campus and I spent the next hour with him before I had a quiz. I went to this quiz, had forgotten my keys in the car, and she had to wait for me to come out. I rode with her to take Marc to my grandparent’s house to be buried as we couldn’t bury him at a rented house my mother lived in.

Marc was like a brother to me, I had known him for the first 20 years of my life and I am forever grateful I had so long with him and that my mother went back for him after adopting his brother all that time ago. I hope he is now enjoying being at peace and, if heaven exists, he’s enjoying spending all the time with his brother that passed when they were 7 that he never got to have.

For me, the most difficult loss I’ve suffered was my 21 year old cat that passed during my Sophomore year of college. This cat, named Marc, was a kitten that my mom got before she became pregnant with me after adopting his brother previously. When I was about 10, my parents had started to prepare me for the idea that he might not last forever and that he could go any day, they had no idea that I would have so much longer with him.

The last month of his life, his stomach became distended and he started having some issues walking. He was still walking, eating, and didn’t seem in a lot of pain. We had scheduled a vet appointment for a Friday night that I had planned on going to with my mother, because some part of me had thought that he might not come out of it. I couldn’t live with myself if he went to the vet and needed to be put down and I couldn’t be there.

That Friday morning, I get a call from my mother before 7 am saying Marc had a seizure and passed away in her arms. She had put him in a separate room to get his wet food due to his age, we didn’t want the other cats to bother him. She heard him start to cry out and found him having this seizure. She was crying and wanted to know if I wanted to see him..of course.

My mother drove straight to my apartment near my college campus and I spent the next hour with him before I had a quiz. I went to this quiz, had forgotten my keys in the car, and she had to wait for me to come out. I rode with her to take Marc to my grandparent’s house to be buried as we couldn’t bury him at a rented house my mother lived in.

Marc was like a brother to me, I had known him for the first 20 years of my life and I am forever grateful I had so long with him and that my mother went back for him after adopting his brother all that time ago. I hope he is now enjoying being at peace and, if heaven exists, he’s enjoying spending all the time with his brother that passed when they were 7 that he never got to have.

The best piece of advice I got about relationships came from a homeless man standing near the road closest to my favorite restaurant in my college town. Me and my new partner of only a couple months were walking to this restaurant since neither of us had a car at the time.

We were walking by holding hands and talking trying to walk by the man without incident because many of them would harass us for money if we acknowledged them. The man looked at us and told us to remember why we loved each other and to always forgive whenever possible. He made it sound like we reminded him of the start of one of his most important relationships that he had before he wound up in his homeless situation.

Ever since then, I’ve attempted to remember that not everything that happens needs to be thought about forever. It is okay to forgive and forget and make a relationship work out long term.

Me and my partner have now been together for 4.5 years and I still take this advice to heart.

My deepest anxiety has been the same since I was a young child at three years old after the divorce of my parents after a long thought out relationship. My mother wasn’t around me and my siblings much for next few years after the divorce, which has always given me a fear of abandonment.

I always have to remind myself that my partner is not going anywhere even though we’ve been together for almost 4 years. We have talked about marriage and our future together. I want it to stay that way and continue forward.

It has give me anxiety when they’re away from me for long periods of time even though I know where they are and who they’re with. It’s nothing that they’ve done that has caused me to be this way with our relationship. I have had meltdowns about this during vacations in past years that have lead to breakdowns.

I am working on improving this for the future of my relationship.

Prompt – Describe the events leading up to your kiss.

It was 4th of July in 2011. Me and my current partner had been going back and forth about whether the relationship was a good idea, but they invited me to this independence day party to have a friend there.

After awhile, we took a long walk around their neighborhood that ended in us sitting on the sidewalk for a long time. We talked about life and about what we wanted for our future. At the time, that relationship was the closest thing to love that I knew and it was purely innocent. We kissed on the side of that sidewalk.

Even though that relationship ended when I was 14 after only a short few months, I will always treasure the innocence of it and the first kiss I had with that person. It was one of my favorite memories of Freshman year of High School. I truly hope they are well even though our personalities weren’t fit for each other long term.

Hello followers!

I was wondering if there were any types of blog posts you would be interested in seeing me continue. Do you like the poetry? Prompt responses? or just life updates?

Thanks for your contribution! I hope to be making weekly or every other week posts more regular now that I have settled into a rhythm at my first job.

Prompt – Talk about the Importance of friendship in your life. Who are some of your best friends?

One of the most important friends in my life is of course my partner. We’ve been together for 3.5 years, we live together, and we share our interests. I explain things about science that they are interested in and they help me with my musical ability when I need the help.

One of my closest online friends I have known for 11 years. We have a very long history of problems during our teen years, but we always came out on top and with a strong bond over time. 11 years is a long time to know so much about them.

My other closest friends are my partner’s sister and her partner. They play video games, we talk about our struggles in life together, and we play music together. There’s no better adult relationship for me just starting out than that.

I’m 22 and I hope to make even more friends in the future that improve my life.