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Worried mother
Jun. 11th, 2007 12:10 amSo my little man, Maynard, is going in to get his teeth cleaned tomorrow. I have to drop him off before 9am and I won't get him back until the following day.
I wish desperately I could explain to him what it is he's going to get done and why I'm putting him through it. I wish so much he could know that it is because I love and care about him and wish nothing more than for him to live an incredibly long and very healthy life. I want to hug him in the morning and whisper into his fluffy cat ears that he is going to be okay, that I am going to miss him for the day, and that I will be there first thing the next morning.
It's hard to know that instead, he will be scared and unhappy on the car ride to the vet tomorrow. I fear he will wonder that I'm abandoning him when I hand his carrier over to the vet techs. When he spends the night in the vet clinic, without me, I worry that it will only compound his fear. And then I worry that it will take him days to forgive me when I pick him up on Tuesday.
I know most of this is irrational. There is no way I can get him to understand. I suspect this is akin to the kind of frustration parents must have with babies and toddlers - children who are yet unable to really comprehend and understand what is going on around them. Like a baby, Maynard does not understand intentions, motivations, and things like long term considerations.
*sigh* But I must just keep reminding myself that I would be less than a fabulous catmom if I failed to take care of his teeth and gums. He will eventually forgive me. His crying and his fear will only be temporary, and I will do all that I can to make up for it with treats and love on Tuesday.
Yes, I'm serious. I'm really this worried about bringing him in tomorrow.
I similarly dread doing the same for Hermione next month.
I hope I can sleep tonight.
I wish desperately I could explain to him what it is he's going to get done and why I'm putting him through it. I wish so much he could know that it is because I love and care about him and wish nothing more than for him to live an incredibly long and very healthy life. I want to hug him in the morning and whisper into his fluffy cat ears that he is going to be okay, that I am going to miss him for the day, and that I will be there first thing the next morning.
It's hard to know that instead, he will be scared and unhappy on the car ride to the vet tomorrow. I fear he will wonder that I'm abandoning him when I hand his carrier over to the vet techs. When he spends the night in the vet clinic, without me, I worry that it will only compound his fear. And then I worry that it will take him days to forgive me when I pick him up on Tuesday.
I know most of this is irrational. There is no way I can get him to understand. I suspect this is akin to the kind of frustration parents must have with babies and toddlers - children who are yet unable to really comprehend and understand what is going on around them. Like a baby, Maynard does not understand intentions, motivations, and things like long term considerations.
*sigh* But I must just keep reminding myself that I would be less than a fabulous catmom if I failed to take care of his teeth and gums. He will eventually forgive me. His crying and his fear will only be temporary, and I will do all that I can to make up for it with treats and love on Tuesday.
Yes, I'm serious. I'm really this worried about bringing him in tomorrow.
I similarly dread doing the same for Hermione next month.
I hope I can sleep tonight.
