I can’t handle the anxiety of injured pets!
A couple of weeks ago, my roommate’s messy cat got egg on his face that would not wash off, so I trimmed his fur. He didn’t wince one bit, but apparently I nicked his skin just a little. I didn’t notice until a couple of days later, when I found a tiny dry spot that looked like it could be an old scab. It was tiny.
Today, I got home and his poor head was just oozing. I cleaned him up, but it’s positively running down his face. I can’t keep up with it. I’m sick! I’ve never felt so guilty!
I feel like bawling.
I sold my ticket to a weekend desert party and made an emergency appointment for tomorrow morning. I’m so glad I was running late! If I’d left when I meant to, I would have missed it altogether.
I can’t say how awful I feel. I’m so upset. None of my previous cat misadventures prepared me for this. Cricket’s health has been the source of so much worry and heartache, but I never caused her pain. I just feel terrible.