The rescuer lady is being pushy and I’m seriously wavering because I’ve got attached to him but I don’t think I can keep this cat.
I was getting pics of where I think the ringworm still is and he enjoyed the fuss so much he did a big stretch up onto me and accidentally punctured my leg with his claw. Luckily I can get antibiotics tomorrow morning but have a compromised immune system and don’t want to get cat scratch syndrome.
So I’ve told her about it and said I don’t think I can keep him. It’s just too much in the circumstances. So I’ve lost my Melbcat and will have to give this one up too 😭
I’ve washed and dressed it but have a decent history of infections getting out of control. And was feeling like and saying that I couldn’t take his care on even before this.
the problem lies with defining “take all of it on”
it’s not all, it’s not everything,
but I do get you on timing , I waited a short while after Allie died til I got Bill. And I did tell the rspca I wanted a cat that was easy because her passing was very upsetting. ( and Bill was very healthy and young, just a bit nervous is all )
It’s not just that. I have been powering through so many major life events overlapping for so many years now (didn’t really post about them) and people just kept dying around me. I’m beyond burned out. Just been endlessly in crisis and working overtime to manage everything and not even getting a moment to breathe before the next one starts.
I’m exhausted and have barely started grieving Melbcat but am now in yet another situation where I’ll have to work diligently and consistently for an extended time and experience setbacks… I just don’t think I can do it. And I don’t think I can commit to another pet again so soon.
It’s so painful because I do care about this goofy little goober and wish I could keep him. But I don’t think I can do it because I am breaking. And that’s another loss. At this point it feels like being punished for caring.
I wish I could explain it to you but I can’t. Even the act of caring for someone or something you love can become a relentless grind that begins harming you.
Black cat, bummer
The rescuer lady is being pushy and I’m seriously wavering because I’ve got attached to him but I don’t think I can keep this cat.
I was getting pics of where I think the ringworm still is and he enjoyed the fuss so much he did a big stretch up onto me and accidentally punctured my leg with his claw. Luckily I can get antibiotics tomorrow morning but have a compromised immune system and don’t want to get cat scratch syndrome.
So I’ve told her about it and said I don’t think I can keep him. It’s just too much in the circumstances. So I’ve lost my Melbcat and will have to give this one up too 😭
melba, he’s a normal cat
be calm, calm is good for your immune system
just wash the wound and put dettol and savlon on, it will be ok
I’ve washed and dressed it but have a decent history of infections getting out of control. And was feeling like and saying that I couldn’t take his care on even before this.
I’d like to catch a break at some point.
but you are doing great, better at looking after cats than anyone I know,
and everyone gets infections, we just wash and disinfect and IF it gets worse then we get more treatment
you are doing great, you cope very well, just worry more than most
No, I feel like right now I just can’t take all of it on. I wish things were different but the timing was so bad.
the problem lies with defining “take all of it on”
it’s not all, it’s not everything,
but I do get you on timing , I waited a short while after Allie died til I got Bill. And I did tell the rspca I wanted a cat that was easy because her passing was very upsetting. ( and Bill was very healthy and young, just a bit nervous is all )
It’s not just that. I have been powering through so many major life events overlapping for so many years now (didn’t really post about them) and people just kept dying around me. I’m beyond burned out. Just been endlessly in crisis and working overtime to manage everything and not even getting a moment to breathe before the next one starts.
I’m exhausted and have barely started grieving Melbcat but am now in yet another situation where I’ll have to work diligently and consistently for an extended time and experience setbacks… I just don’t think I can do it. And I don’t think I can commit to another pet again so soon.
It’s so painful because I do care about this goofy little goober and wish I could keep him. But I don’t think I can do it because I am breaking. And that’s another loss. At this point it feels like being punished for caring.
so many hugs
and it shouldn’t be work, it should be a joy
I wish I could explain it to you but I can’t. Even the act of caring for someone or something you love can become a relentless grind that begins harming you.