I tried to make it sound like rather happy news-after all, vultures aren’t coming for her, or snakes-but he wasn’t having any of it. I told him that she was sick, and that the angels were going to take her from us. My cat Jeanie has helped raise him, and it will be his first death. But if you are madly in love with your pets, as any rational person is, you know what a loss it will be for both me and my three-year-old grandson, Jax. This must sound relatively petty to those of you facing the impending loss of people, careers, or retirement savings. I know I won’t be able to live without her. That’s too bad, because as we speak, I have a cherished thirteen-year-old cat who is near death from lymphoma. Besides dealing with standard-issue family crisis, heartbreak, and mishegas, I feel that I can’t stand one single more death in my life. What I wanted my whole life was relief-from pressure, isolation, people’s suffering (including my own, which was mainly mental), and entire political administrations. The planet does not seem long for this world.
Everywhere you turn, our lives and marriages and morale and government are falling to pieces. Even for a crabby optimist like me, things couldn’t be worse. The following is an excerpt from Anne Lamott's new book, "Help, Thanks, Wow: Three Essential Prayers"
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