Our cat is having a biopsy today.
I hate the idea of leaving her in the hands of what are practically strangers to her.
I know it’s an unreasonable fear. Vets sacrifice a lot of time and money to be licensed to handle other people’s pets. They work with different animals day in and day out for years. I’m sure they don’t take their responsibility lightly.
But it’s 5AM and i haven’t slept since before 4.
I tell myself this is an opportunity to show my faith in God and not let my heart overflow with anxiety. And prayer does help.
But still, i can’t quite sleep.
I think about my friend whose adult son is having open heart surgery in a couple days. She is having family from out of town stay with her and her plumbing just broke down. They haven’t had hot water in three days.
My problems should be manageable by comparison. In comparison, i’ve got it easy.
All i want is to go back to sleep, yet it escapes me.
Our other cat came to console me.
She gave up shortly after.
This is one of the rare occasions when it is more helpful to think of tomorrow than of today.
Tomorrow i have the day off and a friend is supposed to meet me in the morning.
Tomorrow i have a couple errands to run and clothes to pack for our annual convention for our church.
Tomorrow, today’s anguish will be but a silly indicator of my overreactive tendencies.
My parents are moving cities and that is also weighing on my heart. They are ok with it because they’ll save a lot of money, but they’ll be twice as far.
They’ve lived in the same apartment for 45 years.
Our family hung out together there for the last time last Sunday. We played music and sang. My mom made her famous potato burritos.
I’m so attached to that place. Growing up, the door was bright blue. Birds of Paradise lined the entrance. And a cat always waited for me.