I just dropped my cats off at the vets to get neutered and I don't feel good. Oscar, the male is almost 2 years old and Luna, the female is only 4 months old. Usually I'd be fine, or I should be. They'll be fine, I know they will. The procedures are simple. Thing is, the last time I was in that vet surgery I lost my old cat Rowan who was, well, she was my baby. Laugh if you want. I grew up with her and adored her. It devastated me when I lost her, so irrationally in my mind bringing a pet there can mean anything, even losing them. With Rowan we took her there to make her better but simply found out she was dying and there wasn't much they could do. It came at a bad time in my life so I associate it with that time, and taking my new cats there isn't easy for me.
This all makes me feel like a crazy cat lady and yes, I got a little teary when I got back in the car. WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH ME!?
Halp? Someone please laugh at me, or share their own stories of pet love. No beastiality stories pls.
I'll be over here, sobbing in their litterbox.
This all makes me feel like a crazy cat lady and yes, I got a little teary when I got back in the car. WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH ME!?
Halp? Someone please laugh at me, or share their own stories of pet love. No beastiality stories pls.
I'll be over here, sobbing in their litterbox.