I hate having pets. They are one heart attack after another. I have had so many horrible health scares with my beautiful dog in the past year. He is now recovering from surgery. He had fake cancer (TWICE) and he was accidentally given a ton of chicken bones (ARGH!!) and then recently he got badly injured and needed surgery. He is fine now. I would go into a rant about the differences in the veterinary care he received at different places but I don’t have the energy. Let me just say that I love the Animal Medical Center. They are really amazing and I don’t know if I can deal with having to take my animals elsewhere.
My stupid cat also contributed to my grey hairs. She had to be rushed to the Animal Medical Center because a gigantic bloody hole appeared in her face only for me to find out that sometimes this happens with cats. Ugh. Other cat owners told me they drain the abscess themselves. I will not do that. Bloody craters in face always get vet attention to me. I don’t want to make any tiny mistake with that. I never knew cats randomly erupted and I do not want that to happen again.
She had a check up and vaccinations yesterday and wasn’t feeling well after and I flipped out. Bought every kind of wet food I thought she might want and cat toys. She finally ate and played with her toys and I’m sure soon she will be annoying me again. I never had a pet get tired after vaccinations so even though I know in my brain it is normal I still went crazy. I’ve decided she is too small to receive more than one vaccination at a time. She’s almost back to normal this morning because she ate and walked around and did some jumping. She slept on the bed closer to the dog than usual and she hasn’t been mean to him at all or jumped on the dining room table or shredded any toilet paper. I’m waiting for her to start being bad again. I might even give her a roll of toilet paper to see if she wants to shred it. Yes, I did all the research and contacted all my cat expert people and I realize this is normal and I am crazy for overreacting but of course I will continue to overreact because that is my nature.
The birds are fine. I have been bouncing around so much they are with my parents right now. And yes, I miss them. When I talk to my parents I can hear the birds singing in the bathroom. My mom loves Squeaky. Everyone loves Squeaky. I have been having horrible dreams about Squeaky dying that I am trying to submerge in the back of my brain.
I don’t have a stable place to stay and somehow I have to find a way to keep bouncing around with a dumb dog and a dumb cat who both are rapidly becoming more expensive per pound than saffron. Magically this has worked out so far but it can’t continue forever. Got to figure something out. The whole growing up thing is not working out so well for me. Cut your hair and get a job.
Having the cat feeling down yesterday forced me to admit that I actually do care about her. I even ignored my sweet dog who wanted to play so I could stare at her breathe like a lunatic. And I made him stop moving around on the bed because I decided she wanted him to be still. He was very upset with me. Instantly forgot the last few months of me crying and holding him and staring at him breathing and sleeping with my head right next to him. Never happened. How dare I pay attention to the cat and not him? Completely unacceptable.
I think my basic point in all this is that my animals are all okay but I hate them for fake dying so frequently this last year and I never want to have an animal again. This has been an unpleasant year. And the two years before that were unpleasant. I think my years have been especially unpleasant starting in 2011. Around August of 2011, not to be exact or anything. It would be so nice to be happy or at least not miserable.
There are some wonderful things though. My adorable dog is still alive and healthy and looks like he will make good on his promise to live until I am at least 30. My adorable but dumb cat is fine and I believe she promised to live until I am at least 40. Malachite should be around until I am 40 or 45. Squeaky and Iggy didn’t promise me anything because they never told me their age. I think since they are not elderly and are pretty healthy they should definitely be around for a good number of years. If Squeaky and Iggy and my dog all die the day I turn 30 I will be so upset! Then all I will be stuck with is a dumb cat who wants to eat my evil parrot and an evil parrot who would happily rip the ear off of my dumb cat. Malachite is definitely not evil but ever since he attacked The Boyfriend Of The Past I’ve been worried he may bite someone else. He has been nice to my parents but they are a bit cautious of him because his beak is much bigger than the other two.
I would cry if all I had in a few years was the evil parrot and dumb cat. I guess I’ll probably have more animals in my lifetime. Ugh. Until Malachite dies I won’t get any other birds though because he has made it clear he does not approve and does not want any companionship. No more cats because they are annoying and not as healthy as dogs and disobedient little somethings. I’m lying, someday my dumb cat will get a dumb companion if she wants one. I haven’t seen her interact with other cats yet. My dog should get a buddy but he may not live long enough for me to be stable enough to take on another dog. I won’t have any more pets until my finances have actually become finances… Need a place of my own with more than one room to keep cat from birds and need financial stability. So if this doesn’t happen while my dog is alive maybe we can borrow one of his friends from time to time for doggy play dates. He loves it when other dogs come visit and he also loves it even more when they leave for good.