This morning I got an email informing me that my cat, Kida (that I had to give up when I moved here), died. I don't really know the details because I never finished reading the email. It was too said and I took it much harder than I thought I would.
The couple who adopted him were good people and I know that he was well taken care of and loved. The day they came to pick him up, I was a real mess. It took me a good while to actually bring him out. I sat with Kida crying until I got the strength to bring him to them. They took him from me and Dale (the man who emailed me this morning) hugged me and told me he would take good care of him. Even though I didn't know these people well, I knew from that heartfelt hug, that they were the right choice and never worried too much. I'm just surprised how sad the news has made me...
I quit smoking when I moved to the UK, mainly because I promised my husband I would. I did it for him, but not because I wanted to. I enjoyed smoking. I missed it, but quit successfully for many years until I went through a stressful time and started again. My relapse lasted over a year. The whole time, I was ashamed of myself. I hated the smell. I hated how I felt, I hated the health risks and I hated my lack of willpower. I've known a few people who have tried e-cigarettes. I was a skeptic. I thought it was going from one habit to another. The people I knew that tried it, always had it and were constantly sucking on it. It seemed to me they were more addicted to it then they were cigarettes. I don't know any smokers that constantly had a cigarette in their hand. Then in January, I saw a piece about it on the BBC News. I watched with interest thinking they were going to say that they have found it to be harmful. What they said was quite the o
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