RetroPost: 6.30.05

{Saved from Xanga} Today is, well, THE DAY. The worst day of the year, ending the worst month. June is always bad. June is our bad month. Always has been. Since the beginning. June 30 is our bad day. Always has been. Since the beginning. 2002 started it... Billy's dad died. 2003... A good day actually, until the night. Billy tweeks... breaks a tree... All hell breaks loose and such. 2004... Not a bad day either, really. Until we get home and my baby kitty, Aisha, was dead. I will never get that mental picture out of my head. Seeing her like that, puking in the weeds next to the driveway. Driving the little kittens down to Fallon, crying. Holding Bear cuz she was scared of being in the basket. We have eight hours to go to get thru this day. Scary thought considering the last two years have proved THE DAY to be fine until evening. I'm so scared. God help us, please. Please break this insanity.