just stop it, please

After I got the call that my mother was in the hospital, I sat Molly down and told her that she had to last another year because I couldn't lose both my mother and her in the same year.

I haven't lost her, but she did give me quite a scare. We made an visit to the emergency vet clinic tonight for a very sudden-onset bladder infection. There's a good possibility it's stress-related. First, I disappear for a week; and then when I return, I immediately start taking away everything familiar and leaving her shut up in rooms alone for extended periods of time. No wonder she's stressed.

She didn't have to spend the night and she ate her soft food like she was starving when we got home, so I think we'll get through til tomorrow. She's on antibiotics and pain meds. I hope that means at least one of us can get some rest tonight.

I really don't know what I'd have done if it was life-threatening. As I drove to the clinic, all I could think was, "This can't be happening." I broke down and sobbed at the vet like a crazy woman. Luckily, it looks like this is only a small crisis. I'm still holding it together.

I was taking tomorrow off anyway for the delivery of the washer and dryer. That's fortunate. Now I can stick around and monitor her recovery.

I am so tired.