Alright I am going to go lay down now and watch a movie, "the painted Veil" and try and veg. I read that a cat should not be as serious a death as a child. I don't know why that comment hit me so hard, but it did. I know that I am going to be sitting at my daughters grave in less than two weeks, she is buried in New York. She died at 8 f%$#ing years old, why? No it was not her surgery, that was bad enough. It was blood, all about the fresakin blood. I am sorry but I am told this is my diary so I am going to spill it out. I know it was a druggie or homosexual that killed my daughter. Aids was pretty strick to them in 1981 when the blood supply could not even be checked. I try, oh I try, I have nothing against druggies, they can kill themselves putting the needle into their arms, and gay people, have at it, but keep your blood to yourselves. I am on a rant now. When you see an innocent beautiful 8 year old girl, my beautiful f^%ing 8 year old girl die slow. Yeah I realize that a cat is not a child, but the cat stil freaking hurts too. Now I am the one crying and sick.