Before when I was really depressed I had wondered if anyone would care. Was I going to try to kill myself? NO. Why not? I have 2 sweet cats that are dependant upon me and I couldn't imagine anyone loving them as much as I do. I was also afraid that they would be left somewhere and I COULDN'T bare the thought. REALLY.

Also, I did wonder if my mother would blame herself and I DIDN'T want that. REALLY I DIDN'T. She has had too much in her life to deal with and she didn't need something else.

Do you know that my one cat doesn't scratch inside the box she scratches around it? Where another person may put her down for that - I think that it is a cute and RARE trait of hers. I LOVE HER. I REALLY DO.

Do you know that someone made me focus on my cats again? What do I mean by this? Someone had made me see my love for them again. Someone had made me feel my love for them in a stronger way. Why do I say that? Because I was depressed and someone HELPED ME. I AM TRULY GRATEFUL.

Your last 3 lines of this make me concerned for the one who wrote it. It just does.