When our veterinarian adds a new wing to his business, I hope it is dedicated to my family. I’m pretty sure that by now, we have spent enough money there, he can afford to expand.
I think I have blogged about my cats, I know I have because they are important to me. I have two senior citizens and one young one. The young one was a Christmas present to me 6 years ago–I convinced my husband that we needed to rescue him before he went to the animal shelter.
He’s sick. I hadn’t been expecting him to get sick, but thankfully, I caught his potentially fatal illness before it could do some internal damage. I have lost quite a few cats to the illness he is suffering from.
This morning, I had to run to a compounding pharmacy to pick up some special medication for him, and then swing by the vet and drop it off.
Again, I had to pull from deep within, to keep from crying. I had another visit to the Ear doctor, and I didn’t want to go, trying to control my tears.
In order to do this–pull from deep within–I usually notice everything. The color of the cars I’m sharing the road with. The blooms on the plants. Everything. While keeping my cool standing at the pharmacy counter, an older gentleman came in behind me. The other pharmacy worker asked if she could help the man. His response–he needed his Viagra refilled, along with his toothpaste prescription.
Oh my, even in all my stoicism, I can find humor, and I could hardly keep my laughter in.
I went to get into my car, which I hadn’t fully pulled into the stall, I found that I had left it unlocked. Not that I have anything in there to steal, but it’s a habit. I got in the car, and found that I didn’t even turn the car off! Something I have never done.
ADD and anxiety are tough to handle at the same time. I can only concentrate on not crying. Apparently I can’t manage too many other things as well.
I visited my kitty, and he is doing well. He may have to stay at the animal hospital for a couple of days, but he will improve.
I’m prepared for the old fart animals to go, because that’s the cycle of life. It’s not that it won’t break my heart, I just know that it’s eventually going to happen. However, I’m not ready to say goodbye to my Christmas kitty–he’s too young.
The vet is optimistic, and hopefully, with the right diet, his illness can be managed.