In October 2021 my cat George started feeling bad. After several hospitalizations, he finally had surgery last January. Right after he started getting better, his cat sister Holly was diagnosed with squamous cell carcinoma. I spent months taking care of her through surgery and post surgery and unfortunately she passed away this last august.
George has been doing fine, he goes for his check with the vet every three months and the doctor is super happy. but I now live with huge PTSD. I went from taking care of my beloved cats with the confidence that they were super healthy and completely independent and now I keep watching George, worried that every single little thing might be a sign of something bad.
Just to give you an example, I am writing this in my car after buying groceries and I am somehow terrified to go back home and find maybe that he vomited and that this might mean he has something bad. I keep staring at him all day trying to understand if he is sleeping too much and maybe if it’s a sign there is something bad going on. Every day I check how much food he ate, worried that he might not be eating too much.
I clearly have an issue. I wanted to see with other friends here who lost their pet if they have any suggestions on how to address the fear that your other pet might also get sick and die. I recognize that this is not healthy and that in the end the one who pays the price is poor George because his cat dad is almost too scared to play with him and enjoy his life every day.
George has been doing fine, he goes for his check with the vet every three months and the doctor is super happy. but I now live with huge PTSD. I went from taking care of my beloved cats with the confidence that they were super healthy and completely independent and now I keep watching George, worried that every single little thing might be a sign of something bad.
Just to give you an example, I am writing this in my car after buying groceries and I am somehow terrified to go back home and find maybe that he vomited and that this might mean he has something bad. I keep staring at him all day trying to understand if he is sleeping too much and maybe if it’s a sign there is something bad going on. Every day I check how much food he ate, worried that he might not be eating too much.
I clearly have an issue. I wanted to see with other friends here who lost their pet if they have any suggestions on how to address the fear that your other pet might also get sick and die. I recognize that this is not healthy and that in the end the one who pays the price is poor George because his cat dad is almost too scared to play with him and enjoy his life every day.