When It Rains, It Pours.

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I recently found out a friend passed away of horrible circumstances. He returned from Puerto Rico the other day with plans to sell his home here in Tarboro and return to Raleigh. He was looking for more civilisation, which I completely understand at times. It’s strange how things turn. I simply hope he didn’t suffer too long. He is at peace now.

My mother is having difficulty adjusting to life these days. I think it’s partially due to my brother passing away a year ago. He lived with her and took care of many things that I think she got accustomed too it. I have also read somewhere that many seniors will fall into depression for various reasons. She won’t take care of things that need to be taken care of. She breaks down and weeps and virtually becomes paralysed. I am not sure what to do. I am just too far away. So many things going through my mind right now.

Tabitha is not well. She has feline leukemia and a heart murmur. I have read that feline leukemia symptoms usually appear around 7 or 8 years of age. She will be 9 years old soon. We have an appointment this Wednesday at 9:30 AM with her new veterinarian.

When it rains, it pours.

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