Originally Posted by
allegro
Oh fuck yeah yeah you gotta self-care and admit frustration. Sometimes, when I’d been on my hands and knees for at least the 10th time that day cleaning dog or cat pee because my dog was (a) blind, (b) had Addison’s, (c) had anal gland cancer, and one of my cats has severe anxiety and was on amitriptyline (she’s now on Prozac) because one of our other cats, the diabetic who got two shots of insulin per day, sensed her anxiety and was chasing her, so she was pissing on floors all over the house and I had every cat piss cleaning product known and even hired an animal behaviorist out of desperation, and then one of my other cats has Irritable Bowel Disease and has stinky diarrhea all day every day, sometimes I’d just sit and cry.
Cry and cry and cry and cry.
And that felt better.
And then I just pick myself up and get back up.
The good news for YOU is that you get to go home! :-P
For several months while our dog was sick, my husband and I took turns getting up at least 3x per night with a sick dog. Neither of us got more than 5 hours sleep for months. When the dog passed away, we slept like 9 hours for days.
Now two of the cats have CKD (chronic kidney disease). It’s okay, we’re special needs pros, now, and we even found a special needs cat sitter!!!