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The truth about Mia... by Mia
This is written for people who are interested in knowing the truth. The
how's and why's of the way things happened and came out. I am not expecting any answers. This is not the purpose of it. I am not defending my actions. I am defending my love for cats. This is the only thing I intend to really pass on. I am like you all. I love my babies and want the best for them. So here it goes... The truth. I was born in 1980. Mom had one of those beautiful and fluffy Himalyan cat. From what I was told, even when I was a little baby, this cat would lay beside me on the floor and I would pull his hair and giggle. He never seemed to get annoyed. His name was Pacha. He was an inside only cat, was neuteured, and his front paws were declawed. I grew up with him and mom passed on me her knowledge about cats. She taught me everything she knew, everything she had learned from having cats since she was a baby, herself. She had no special education about animals, lived a normal life, growing up, and then making a family and providing for it. I grew up adopting my parents opinions until I was big enough to make my own... but I didn't get up one morning, knowing all the good things and forgetting the bad. I had to learn, little by little, what Life really was about. When I was 11, we moved into a house, and mom and dad gave me that cute tiny little cat, Minouche. They took her from a friend's mommy cat. My parents had arranged it all already, Minouche would have her front paws declawed, just like Pacha had. I never objected. Little did I know back then... and I was far from thinking this could have a bad impact. Mom had a good way of explaining things. At 11, you don't realise those things. All my life, people called me "the cats girl". My love for them was nearly overwhelming. They were all I could talk about. Being a shy person and very reserved, I felt confident enough with this topic to actually talk with the other kids. I became the one people came to for advice. Just as my mom had been. Minouche grew and had one litter. I was 12 years old... and had asked my parents to let her have babies. I wanted to witness a gestation, birth and growing up of kittens. We had planned to have her spayed right after. But life did what life often does. It went fast, and it wasn't long before Minouche had a second litter. And Minouche's first baby, that we kept, had one litter too. in 18 months, a total of 7 kittens. We kept two of them and found families for the other ones. It is after those two last litters that we finally had them spayed. No more babies. We kept Frimousse's first baby, Gamine. She never had babies, she was spayed like the others. By the time we had our "trio", I was 13 years old. I remember getting bad shivers when I asked mom what they were really doing when they declaw a cat. I didn't say anything, I didn't feel it was my decision. "it is safer" would say mom. "It's better for the furniture", would say dad. So I spent my teenage years with 3 adorable, spayed, front paws declawed cats. Very special and different one from another, although they are all on the same line of "family". A couple of years ago, I started to feel sick. After doctor visits, they came up with a diagnosis of generalised anxiety disorder with some panic symptoms, along with Depression that turned out, with time, to be one heck of a bad one. I fought my way through all that. Minouche, Frimousse and Gamine became the only alive "things" I could touch and hug. They saved my life. A year ago, I went to get help... a councelor. I've been seeing her ever since and She helped me a lot too. It took long, but finally, With time, I learned to express myself better, tell my opinions. I learned that i was entitled to my own opinions and that it was not wrong to share them. I also learned to be more open minded. I learned to listen better and learn from others. I learned to accept advice. The whole thing is still new to me. 2003 has been hell in my head. 2004 started out much better. I never thought I'd have another cat before my Minouche would pass away (Fri mousse and Gamine having my parents has mom and dad). Well... Minouche is still alive, and last summer, my fiance and I fell in love with a stray cat that had adopted us from the first day she visited. I still live at my parents. I convinced them to allow me to keep the kitten until I'd move out and would bring her with. They accepted. Their condition: declaw. I was still clumsy in it, but I used what I had learned with my councelor. I told my opinion. I said I was against declawing and that I would rather teach Misha to scratch where she was allowed, and play soft with us. They accepted. So Misha is not declawed, she has all her claws and will keep them for the rest of her life. One of my other first things I thought about was to have her spayed. As time went, though, a couple of things happened. 1) I got stuck in my thinking that it's good for a cat to have babies once. 2) I ran out of money 3) I was missing having kittens at home. 4) I actually thought this would be like a ray of sun in my life. Something nice to follow. A good way to start the year after the battled I had fought. I didn,t think further than that and I kept post poning taking an appointment for her to the vet. At 6 months old, she starting acting funny and I thought she was going into heat. I came for advice, on a newsgroup. Yep... back then what I was really looking for was an answer to "is it possible so early". I acted "nice" so people would leave me alone. When I got my answer I went away and let things be. Misha didn't go in heat back then... but then she did in very early January. And this time I knew. It was obvious. I let things go there too. Around the same time, I had some huge steps going well with my work with my councelor. I also found the right medication and it was finally kicking in. ( i take paxil 10mgs) I came back to newsgroup for advice about Misha's food and eating pattern as a 40 days pregnant cat. There I expected comments, but never so strong as what I received. I got scared and felt guilty, with reason. So as everyone who's feeling attacked, I took a defensive position and tried to find anything I could to defend my point, until I had read a few posts with extremely good information and very well explained facts. That evening, I thought very much about the whole thing.... I knew it was wrong for Misha to have babies, but I had pushed that feeling aside since the start, because I was too selfish to think otherwise. That's where I decided to let the newsgroup people know that they had done their job. They had directed me towards the right direction. A direction I had known for a long time but refused to take. This time, I had understood for real, and intended to do things better in the future. There again, there were sceptical people, as there always are. I was goof enough to try to convince them of my honesty. Truth is, it doesn't matter who believes me (or in me) and who doesn't. What matters is what I learned from this exchange. So there you go. I have 4 awesome cats. 3 spayed and front paws declawed. One with all her claws, but 53 days pregnant. I am done feeling bad for what's already happened, and I thank you for teaching me what to do in the future regarding cats and spaying / neuteuring. My love for cats is such that I am willing to learn everything that will make their life better. Being a mommy to my cats didn't come with a manual. I did like most. I started with the information that was passed on to me as a child. From a different time, different views on animals. I wish I had been less self centered back in september. I would have taken the NG information more seriously. I was fighting my own battle. One that many people unfortunately know. One that is hidden and hurts like hell. But I got over it and came back to my normal loving self, With an enhenced hability for listening to other people's opinion and expressing my own. Everywhere you go, in everything you do, There are always people that will stand in your way and make things harder. Such is Life. Right now, I am happy for the exchange we had. I am happy for what I learned. I am happy for the future of my cats and the ones I will save in the future. Hopefully there will be more and more people like me, willing to switch their decisions and opinions for the better. Until then, I will keep coming to this newsgroup. Because I am part of you all. I belong here as much as you do, and I will help you all redirecting the ones who do not see things the right way. We evoluate everyday, through our whole life. *friendly hugs to the ones who want* A new Mia, the real one. |
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"frigamia" wrote in message . .. This is written for people who are interested in knowing the truth. The how's and why's of the way things happened and came out. I am not expecting any answers. This is not the purpose of it. I am not defending my actions. I am defending my love for cats. This is the only thing I intend to really pass on. I am like you all. I love my babies and want the best for them. So here it goes... The truth. *friendly hugs to the ones who want* A new Mia, the real one. Mia, it takes a great deal of courage to open up to a group of strangers as you have. You have also expressed a transformation concerning declawing and spaying, some of it learned in a very short period of time. You are to be commended! I hope you carry through with your new attitude and pass it on to others. We all have to learn. A number years ago, I almost had a cat declawed simply because I didn't know what it entailed and people told me "it was the thing to do." I am so grateful that I never went forth with that procedure. We didn't have the Internet then, and it was many years before I learned that declawing was amputation. Likewise, when I was growing up many people would say that a cat should have at least one litter (supposedly for the health of the mother cat). Utter nonsense, but it was a common belief. So, as you said, we learn and evolve. Please make sure that the new litter of kittens will be spayed before you let anyone else adopt them. Otherwise, the pattern may repeat itself -- and, as others have pointed out, even if kittens are successfully adopted to a loving home, that leaves behind (abandoned) another cat that *might* otherwise have been adopted. Congratulations on your change of attitude and on the progress you have made in your own sense of well-being. MaryL (take out the litter to reply) Photos of Duffy and Holly: 'o' http://tinyurl.com/8y54 (Introducing Duffy to Holly) http://tinyurl.com/8y56 (Duffy and Holly "settle in") |
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"frigamia" wrote in message . .. This is written for people who are interested in knowing the truth. The how's and why's of the way things happened and came out. I am not expecting any answers. This is not the purpose of it. I am not defending my actions. I am defending my love for cats. This is the only thing I intend to really pass on. I am like you all. I love my babies and want the best for them. So here it goes... The truth. *friendly hugs to the ones who want* A new Mia, the real one. Mia, it takes a great deal of courage to open up to a group of strangers as you have. You have also expressed a transformation concerning declawing and spaying, some of it learned in a very short period of time. You are to be commended! I hope you carry through with your new attitude and pass it on to others. We all have to learn. A number years ago, I almost had a cat declawed simply because I didn't know what it entailed and people told me "it was the thing to do." I am so grateful that I never went forth with that procedure. We didn't have the Internet then, and it was many years before I learned that declawing was amputation. Likewise, when I was growing up many people would say that a cat should have at least one litter (supposedly for the health of the mother cat). Utter nonsense, but it was a common belief. So, as you said, we learn and evolve. Please make sure that the new litter of kittens will be spayed before you let anyone else adopt them. Otherwise, the pattern may repeat itself -- and, as others have pointed out, even if kittens are successfully adopted to a loving home, that leaves behind (abandoned) another cat that *might* otherwise have been adopted. Congratulations on your change of attitude and on the progress you have made in your own sense of well-being. MaryL (take out the litter to reply) Photos of Duffy and Holly: 'o' http://tinyurl.com/8y54 (Introducing Duffy to Holly) http://tinyurl.com/8y56 (Duffy and Holly "settle in") |
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This is written for people who are interested in knowing the truth. The
how's and why's of the way things happened and came out. I am not expecting any answers. This is not the purpose of it. I am not defending my actions. I am defending my love for cats. This is the only thing I intend to really pass on. I am like you all. I love my babies and want the best for them. So here it goes... The truth. I was born in 1980. Mom had one of those beautiful and fluffy Himalyan cat. From what I was told, even when I was a little baby, this cat would lay beside me on the floor and I would pull his hair and giggle. He never seemed to get annoyed. His name was Pacha. He was an inside only cat, was neuteured, and his front paws were declawed. I grew up with him and mom passed on me her knowledge about cats. She taught me everything she knew, everything she had learned from having cats since she was a baby, herself. She had no special education about animals, lived a normal life, growing up, and then making a family and providing for it. I grew up adopting my parents opinions until I was big enough to make my own... but I didn't get up one morning, knowing all the good things and forgetting the bad. I had to learn, little by little, what Life really was about. When I was 11, we moved into a house, and mom and dad gave me that cute tiny little cat, Minouche. They took her from a friend's mommy cat. My parents had arranged it all already, Minouche would have her front paws declawed, just like Pacha had. I never objected. Little did I know back then... and I was far from thinking this could have a bad impact. Mom had a good way of explaining things. At 11, you don't realise those things. All my life, people called me "the cats girl". My love for them was nearly overwhelming. They were all I could talk about. Being a shy person and very reserved, I felt confident enough with this topic to actually talk with the other kids. I became the one people came to for advice. Just as my mom had been. Minouche grew and had one litter. I was 12 years old... and had asked my parents to let her have babies. I wanted to witness a gestation, birth and growing up of kittens. We had planned to have her spayed right after. But life did what life often does. It went fast, and it wasn't long before Minouche had a second litter. And Minouche's first baby, that we kept, had one litter too. in 18 months, a total of 7 kittens. We kept two of them and found families for the other ones. It is after those two last litters that we finally had them spayed. No more babies. We kept Frimousse's first baby, Gamine. She never had babies, she was spayed like the others. By the time we had our "trio", I was 13 years old. I remember getting bad shivers when I asked mom what they were really doing when they declaw a cat. I didn't say anything, I didn't feel it was my decision. "it is safer" would say mom. "It's better for the furniture", would say dad. So I spent my teenage years with 3 adorable, spayed, front paws declawed cats. Very special and different one from another, although they are all on the same line of "family". A couple of years ago, I started to feel sick. After doctor visits, they came up with a diagnosis of generalised anxiety disorder with some panic symptoms, along with Depression that turned out, with time, to be one heck of a bad one. I fought my way through all that. Minouche, Frimousse and Gamine became the only alive "things" I could touch and hug. They saved my life. A year ago, I went to get help... a councelor. I've been seeing her ever since and She helped me a lot too. It took long, but finally, With time, I learned to express myself better, tell my opinions. I learned that i was entitled to my own opinions and that it was not wrong to share them. I also learned to be more open minded. I learned to listen better and learn from others. I learned to accept advice. The whole thing is still new to me. 2003 has been hell in my head. 2004 started out much better. I never thought I'd have another cat before my Minouche would pass away (Fri mousse and Gamine having my parents has mom and dad). Well... Minouche is still alive, and last summer, my fiance and I fell in love with a stray cat that had adopted us from the first day she visited. I still live at my parents. I convinced them to allow me to keep the kitten until I'd move out and would bring her with. They accepted. Their condition: declaw. I was still clumsy in it, but I used what I had learned with my councelor. I told my opinion. I said I was against declawing and that I would rather teach Misha to scratch where she was allowed, and play soft with us. They accepted. So Misha is not declawed, she has all her claws and will keep them for the rest of her life. One of my other first things I thought about was to have her spayed. As time went, though, a couple of things happened. 1) I got stuck in my thinking that it's good for a cat to have babies once. 2) I ran out of money 3) I was missing having kittens at home. 4) I actually thought this would be like a ray of sun in my life. Something nice to follow. A good way to start the year after the battled I had fought. I didn,t think further than that and I kept post poning taking an appointment for her to the vet. At 6 months old, she starting acting funny and I thought she was going into heat. I came for advice, on a newsgroup. Yep... back then what I was really looking for was an answer to "is it possible so early". I acted "nice" so people would leave me alone. When I got my answer I went away and let things be. Misha didn't go in heat back then... but then she did in very early January. And this time I knew. It was obvious. I let things go there too. Around the same time, I had some huge steps going well with my work with my councelor. I also found the right medication and it was finally kicking in. ( i take paxil 10mgs) I came back to newsgroup for advice about Misha's food and eating pattern as a 40 days pregnant cat. There I expected comments, but never so strong as what I received. I got scared and felt guilty, with reason. So as everyone who's feeling attacked, I took a defensive position and tried to find anything I could to defend my point, until I had read a few posts with extremely good information and very well explained facts. That evening, I thought very much about the whole thing.... I knew it was wrong for Misha to have babies, but I had pushed that feeling aside since the start, because I was too selfish to think otherwise. That's where I decided to let the newsgroup people know that they had done their job. They had directed me towards the right direction. A direction I had known for a long time but refused to take. This time, I had understood for real, and intended to do things better in the future. There again, there were sceptical people, as there always are. I was goof enough to try to convince them of my honesty. Truth is, it doesn't matter who believes me (or in me) and who doesn't. What matters is what I learned from this exchange. So there you go. I have 4 awesome cats. 3 spayed and front paws declawed. One with all her claws, but 53 days pregnant. I am done feeling bad for what's already happened, and I thank you for teaching me what to do in the future regarding cats and spaying / neuteuring. My love for cats is such that I am willing to learn everything that will make their life better. Being a mommy to my cats didn't come with a manual. I did like most. I started with the information that was passed on to me as a child. From a different time, different views on animals. I wish I had been less self centered back in september. I would have taken the NG information more seriously. I was fighting my own battle. One that many people unfortunately know. One that is hidden and hurts like hell. But I got over it and came back to my normal loving self, With an enhenced hability for listening to other people's opinion and expressing my own. Everywhere you go, in everything you do, There are always people that will stand in your way and make things harder. Such is Life. Right now, I am happy for the exchange we had. I am happy for what I learned. I am happy for the future of my cats and the ones I will save in the future. Hopefully there will be more and more people like me, willing to switch their decisions and opinions for the better. Until then, I will keep coming to this newsgroup. Because I am part of you all. I belong here as much as you do, and I will help you all redirecting the ones who do not see things the right way. We evoluate everyday, through our whole life. *friendly hugs to the ones who want* A new Mia, the real one. Dear Mia, I know that probably sounds insincere, the *dear* part, after my post to you the other day. I was disappointed, that is true. I did feel that my support of you and the changes you made was unfounded, that is true. But the truth is, it was all in the past and my God in Heaven, if we cannot walk away from past mistakes and continue on our road of life, then we die. Even the new batch of kitties is in the past. All you can do is remedy the mistakes you made, you cannot relive the past and worry and fret over what has happened. Your letter was very touching and I want to thank you for being a far bigger person than myself, for opening yourself up once again to undoubted criticism. You are strong Mia, by your letter, you've come a tremendous ways. You are courageous and strong and powerful and wise. Don't let anyone take that away from you. Mia, I am sorry for my post. I am chastised, though I realize that was not the purpose of your post. I am humbled.. though I know you did not write your story to humble anyone either. you simply offered your story and I appreciate the truths you have written, about your life, your choices, your reasons, your new choices. Your letter was well written and I am glad to have had the opportunity to read it. I am proud of you. Yes, I said that once before, and meant it then, and then recanted. I went and did my own "research" and was angry at what I saw, but in retrospect, is any of us guilty of making mistakes? Certainly not me and I don't want to live in that proverbial glass house for that very reason! Anyway, thank you for your letter, and for sharing your life. Now go and breed no more G Sincerely, Hailey |
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This is written for people who are interested in knowing the truth. The
how's and why's of the way things happened and came out. I am not expecting any answers. This is not the purpose of it. I am not defending my actions. I am defending my love for cats. This is the only thing I intend to really pass on. I am like you all. I love my babies and want the best for them. So here it goes... The truth. I was born in 1980. Mom had one of those beautiful and fluffy Himalyan cat. From what I was told, even when I was a little baby, this cat would lay beside me on the floor and I would pull his hair and giggle. He never seemed to get annoyed. His name was Pacha. He was an inside only cat, was neuteured, and his front paws were declawed. I grew up with him and mom passed on me her knowledge about cats. She taught me everything she knew, everything she had learned from having cats since she was a baby, herself. She had no special education about animals, lived a normal life, growing up, and then making a family and providing for it. I grew up adopting my parents opinions until I was big enough to make my own... but I didn't get up one morning, knowing all the good things and forgetting the bad. I had to learn, little by little, what Life really was about. When I was 11, we moved into a house, and mom and dad gave me that cute tiny little cat, Minouche. They took her from a friend's mommy cat. My parents had arranged it all already, Minouche would have her front paws declawed, just like Pacha had. I never objected. Little did I know back then... and I was far from thinking this could have a bad impact. Mom had a good way of explaining things. At 11, you don't realise those things. All my life, people called me "the cats girl". My love for them was nearly overwhelming. They were all I could talk about. Being a shy person and very reserved, I felt confident enough with this topic to actually talk with the other kids. I became the one people came to for advice. Just as my mom had been. Minouche grew and had one litter. I was 12 years old... and had asked my parents to let her have babies. I wanted to witness a gestation, birth and growing up of kittens. We had planned to have her spayed right after. But life did what life often does. It went fast, and it wasn't long before Minouche had a second litter. And Minouche's first baby, that we kept, had one litter too. in 18 months, a total of 7 kittens. We kept two of them and found families for the other ones. It is after those two last litters that we finally had them spayed. No more babies. We kept Frimousse's first baby, Gamine. She never had babies, she was spayed like the others. By the time we had our "trio", I was 13 years old. I remember getting bad shivers when I asked mom what they were really doing when they declaw a cat. I didn't say anything, I didn't feel it was my decision. "it is safer" would say mom. "It's better for the furniture", would say dad. So I spent my teenage years with 3 adorable, spayed, front paws declawed cats. Very special and different one from another, although they are all on the same line of "family". A couple of years ago, I started to feel sick. After doctor visits, they came up with a diagnosis of generalised anxiety disorder with some panic symptoms, along with Depression that turned out, with time, to be one heck of a bad one. I fought my way through all that. Minouche, Frimousse and Gamine became the only alive "things" I could touch and hug. They saved my life. A year ago, I went to get help... a councelor. I've been seeing her ever since and She helped me a lot too. It took long, but finally, With time, I learned to express myself better, tell my opinions. I learned that i was entitled to my own opinions and that it was not wrong to share them. I also learned to be more open minded. I learned to listen better and learn from others. I learned to accept advice. The whole thing is still new to me. 2003 has been hell in my head. 2004 started out much better. I never thought I'd have another cat before my Minouche would pass away (Fri mousse and Gamine having my parents has mom and dad). Well... Minouche is still alive, and last summer, my fiance and I fell in love with a stray cat that had adopted us from the first day she visited. I still live at my parents. I convinced them to allow me to keep the kitten until I'd move out and would bring her with. They accepted. Their condition: declaw. I was still clumsy in it, but I used what I had learned with my councelor. I told my opinion. I said I was against declawing and that I would rather teach Misha to scratch where she was allowed, and play soft with us. They accepted. So Misha is not declawed, she has all her claws and will keep them for the rest of her life. One of my other first things I thought about was to have her spayed. As time went, though, a couple of things happened. 1) I got stuck in my thinking that it's good for a cat to have babies once. 2) I ran out of money 3) I was missing having kittens at home. 4) I actually thought this would be like a ray of sun in my life. Something nice to follow. A good way to start the year after the battled I had fought. I didn,t think further than that and I kept post poning taking an appointment for her to the vet. At 6 months old, she starting acting funny and I thought she was going into heat. I came for advice, on a newsgroup. Yep... back then what I was really looking for was an answer to "is it possible so early". I acted "nice" so people would leave me alone. When I got my answer I went away and let things be. Misha didn't go in heat back then... but then she did in very early January. And this time I knew. It was obvious. I let things go there too. Around the same time, I had some huge steps going well with my work with my councelor. I also found the right medication and it was finally kicking in. ( i take paxil 10mgs) I came back to newsgroup for advice about Misha's food and eating pattern as a 40 days pregnant cat. There I expected comments, but never so strong as what I received. I got scared and felt guilty, with reason. So as everyone who's feeling attacked, I took a defensive position and tried to find anything I could to defend my point, until I had read a few posts with extremely good information and very well explained facts. That evening, I thought very much about the whole thing.... I knew it was wrong for Misha to have babies, but I had pushed that feeling aside since the start, because I was too selfish to think otherwise. That's where I decided to let the newsgroup people know that they had done their job. They had directed me towards the right direction. A direction I had known for a long time but refused to take. This time, I had understood for real, and intended to do things better in the future. There again, there were sceptical people, as there always are. I was goof enough to try to convince them of my honesty. Truth is, it doesn't matter who believes me (or in me) and who doesn't. What matters is what I learned from this exchange. So there you go. I have 4 awesome cats. 3 spayed and front paws declawed. One with all her claws, but 53 days pregnant. I am done feeling bad for what's already happened, and I thank you for teaching me what to do in the future regarding cats and spaying / neuteuring. My love for cats is such that I am willing to learn everything that will make their life better. Being a mommy to my cats didn't come with a manual. I did like most. I started with the information that was passed on to me as a child. From a different time, different views on animals. I wish I had been less self centered back in september. I would have taken the NG information more seriously. I was fighting my own battle. One that many people unfortunately know. One that is hidden and hurts like hell. But I got over it and came back to my normal loving self, With an enhenced hability for listening to other people's opinion and expressing my own. Everywhere you go, in everything you do, There are always people that will stand in your way and make things harder. Such is Life. Right now, I am happy for the exchange we had. I am happy for what I learned. I am happy for the future of my cats and the ones I will save in the future. Hopefully there will be more and more people like me, willing to switch their decisions and opinions for the better. Until then, I will keep coming to this newsgroup. Because I am part of you all. I belong here as much as you do, and I will help you all redirecting the ones who do not see things the right way. We evoluate everyday, through our whole life. *friendly hugs to the ones who want* A new Mia, the real one. Dear Mia, I know that probably sounds insincere, the *dear* part, after my post to you the other day. I was disappointed, that is true. I did feel that my support of you and the changes you made was unfounded, that is true. But the truth is, it was all in the past and my God in Heaven, if we cannot walk away from past mistakes and continue on our road of life, then we die. Even the new batch of kitties is in the past. All you can do is remedy the mistakes you made, you cannot relive the past and worry and fret over what has happened. Your letter was very touching and I want to thank you for being a far bigger person than myself, for opening yourself up once again to undoubted criticism. You are strong Mia, by your letter, you've come a tremendous ways. You are courageous and strong and powerful and wise. Don't let anyone take that away from you. Mia, I am sorry for my post. I am chastised, though I realize that was not the purpose of your post. I am humbled.. though I know you did not write your story to humble anyone either. you simply offered your story and I appreciate the truths you have written, about your life, your choices, your reasons, your new choices. Your letter was well written and I am glad to have had the opportunity to read it. I am proud of you. Yes, I said that once before, and meant it then, and then recanted. I went and did my own "research" and was angry at what I saw, but in retrospect, is any of us guilty of making mistakes? Certainly not me and I don't want to live in that proverbial glass house for that very reason! Anyway, thank you for your letter, and for sharing your life. Now go and breed no more G Sincerely, Hailey |
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