Caring, for who..not caring for who, and WHY?

i have been thinking of this for days. this financial travesty. it is so complicated.
i am start at the beginning. there are so many people in this world now. there is so much talk of "future" "children". sure that is of utmost importance. but...SO IS NOW!
we were all children at one time...i for one............did everything right.
went to college, cared about our world, worked for American Airlines., rescued animals, gave to charity. NOW......i cannot survive.
i am so terrified.
if i have one bit of extra money..it goes to taxes and my insurance.
i am not old. i just feel like...sure we all care about the future.
Can we not care about today, i and you who are not cute children anymore.
but we were into this world, we have worked and given..not ever expecting to
be afraid. feeding the kids, no job...trying to find another..paying back bills.
lalala..it goes on and on.
who cares about me, my future., my daughters?
my pets?
The banks...are....all important....i stuggle to pay...2k for taxes.
i just donot understand.

see.........the bottom line is: i should not be poor.

my gregory cat is dying, 14 years old, sistah mata is kissing him

omg...i am so sad. i need to sleep. my Gregory is on my lap..dying.
mata hari is right next to my leg....kissing her brother.
the bond of animals is unbelieveable.
thanks..who cares.
Gregory's mom was a feral cat. i let her have her babies in my upstairs closet.
she bit me so many times....
she died 2 days after giving birth.
the vet said that she was not in good health, birth traumatized her.
so i nursed the 3 babes. took them to work w/me at Vanderbilt.
14 years ago. Greggie and mata have had a great life.
i am so sad, ...i always called him,,my son. he understands.
i believe in the Rainbow bridge.