Dexter is setting in well. Day 2 and he’s already slept on the bed. BB adores him, but we are keeping an even closer eye on her when he’s around as we are desperate for him to feel safe.
He just happens to be the most loving cat I’ve had the pleasure in coming across. He’s so affectionate now he’s warming up to us and I’m loving the head bumps off him. He’s also the stinkiest cat I’ve come across too, never known a cat to pass wind like him. But I’m keeping my fingers crossed that it’s a change in food (which he’s eating plenty of).
I feel so lucky to have a lovely little family and that I didnt ruin it with drink. That I realised that I was in the grey area. I feel like all these tiny (and some big decisions) have led me to where I am now, cat in lap and BB snoozing. And I wouldn’t be here if it wasn’t for that decision I made sitting in a sunny country garden 73 days ago. Dexter wouldn’t be part of our lives. Our house would’ve been more chaotic, it would’ve been more stressful, I’d be in a cycle of drinking and then feeling rubbish.
I feel so thankful and grateful. I tell my friends how much better my life is sober and they look at me like I’ve been brainwashed. I think people don’t truly get it until you’re on the other side. Everyone keeps asking me when I’m going to drink again and I make a fly away comment like “oh some time” or “I may try another 100 days”. In reality I’m already planning a sober birthday and Christmas and I’m excited about it.
Have you found the same?