I had a conversation a little while ago with one of the vets at Pumpkin's clinic. We were going over his medical hx, most notably the constipation issue. Somehow we wandered into the subject of having to let go of our pets. I told her I am not ready and she reminded me of how old he was and eventually this will happen. (I'm paraphrasing her).
I've always been a worrier, whether it be about my health, Pumpkin's or whatever. A doctor once asked me (this was after I major surgery nearly 15 years ago) "why do you always think the worst," to which I responded "because I've been through so much." This still holds true today.
I am worried that his vet will find something that can't be treated or will be too expensive to treat. What if he will need surgery? What if they find something so serious that they will suggest that I have him put down? I cannot and will not do that.
I had to run a couple of errands today and picked up another toy for Pumpkin. I told the vet I spoke with today how he went nuts over that toy, was kicking t it, chewing on it and tossed it over the edge of our bed and then jumped down more than once to go after it. In other words he is not acting like something is horribly wrong.
He pooped again today but not much. I am getting scared. And I hope he can wait until Wednesday to go have this checked out. The online vet believes he can wait. I wish that I could say the same about me. I am a basket case and am scared about what the rest of the week has in store for the both of us.
I don't know what to do. I am literally losing sleep over this. Every morning when I get up I check my security camera, which at nights is trained on his litter box in the bathroom. I can't stop praying for poop. Is that nuts or what?
How on Earth am I going to cope? I've got no family nearby.
I've always been a worrier, whether it be about my health, Pumpkin's or whatever. A doctor once asked me (this was after I major surgery nearly 15 years ago) "why do you always think the worst," to which I responded "because I've been through so much." This still holds true today.
I am worried that his vet will find something that can't be treated or will be too expensive to treat. What if he will need surgery? What if they find something so serious that they will suggest that I have him put down? I cannot and will not do that.
I had to run a couple of errands today and picked up another toy for Pumpkin. I told the vet I spoke with today how he went nuts over that toy, was kicking t it, chewing on it and tossed it over the edge of our bed and then jumped down more than once to go after it. In other words he is not acting like something is horribly wrong.
He pooped again today but not much. I am getting scared. And I hope he can wait until Wednesday to go have this checked out. The online vet believes he can wait. I wish that I could say the same about me. I am a basket case and am scared about what the rest of the week has in store for the both of us.
I don't know what to do. I am literally losing sleep over this. Every morning when I get up I check my security camera, which at nights is trained on his litter box in the bathroom. I can't stop praying for poop. Is that nuts or what?
How on Earth am I going to cope? I've got no family nearby.