The end is near

The end of living like this is very near:

I could not take it for much longer.

And if you look deep into the picture, you'll see a lonesome little figure, dreaming out the window of the days when she'll have a big fenced-in yard to rip around in and will no longer be trapped in this chaos with no room to move.

(And if you looked even closer, you'd see a big lug of man taking a cat nap on the couch. Rest now, my darling...)