I would love to type that I’m referring to the cute little critters who eat my flowers during the summer months …

… but I’m not.

The rabbit hole I’m referencing is the type those of us with depression fall into on a regular basis. In fact, some people, yours truly to be exact, spend a great deal of time wandering around in the dark. If I do manage to drag my sorry butt out something usually happens to knock me right back in.

Case in point, today I put my last elderly cat to sleep. Cleopatra, Cleo to those who knew her, was 16 and, sigh, had cancer. She died in my arms while a compassionate veterinarian stood by. Thank you, Dr. Wharrie.

One more pet sent over the Rainbow Bridge and one more day spent bumping into things (I’m speaking metaphorically; keep up!). Seriously, have you ever stopped to think just how dark it is in a rabbit hole. No windows, no skylights, no recessed lighting, nothing except an inky blackness.

Today should have been a day of rejoicing. You see, it’s the Winter Solstice, the first day of Yule, the returning of the light, but, nope, life had to go and get in the way, sticking out its frigging foot so that I tripped and tumbled into — I know, you get it and enough with the metaphors.

Okay, since Yule covers a 12 day period, do you mind if I end this post and come back in a day or two? You see, I’m really, really sad.

Blessed be :{

Mi manchi, mia amata immortale.