Today was another day. Not perfect but better...

I found out on the weekend that when I was a teenager, my cat, who I thought had just disappeared one night, was taken to the pound by my mom and put to sleep. I guess he had been sick and she figured it would be cheaper to euthanize him than it would be to take him to the vet. So I spent 22 years thinking he had run away from home. I missed him terribly, spent weeks looking for him. And she led me to believe these things. I am stunned still to find out that she did that. And this sounds completely juvenile but I am pissed off at her! ~shaking head~