It really meant more than I can write in words.
My mom got the bill for the euthanasia as she was going through the mail this evening. She broke down.
She said today, "I hate your father for what he's doing...he didn't give us any time to grieve". And she is right...Jon is so ill at this point. He poisons everything he touches.
I have decided I'm shipping off to Brooklyn, my plane leaves Monday night. I'll be pretty devastated to leave my mom and Emma, but I need to do this for the both of us. I need a job and I need money, and I don't have either here in California. I'll miss Kat very much, too.
I'm strong. I don't really have a choice.
I love you, sweet Cassie.
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