I've never done one of these before but I'm sad and I need to vent.
We're on holiday at the moment and staying with my mum, 800km from home. While we're away, which is for 2 weeks, we're having a neighbour/family friend feed our 3 cats. She does this for us every year and is an experienced cat owner herself, so I trust her.
We have 2 cats who are both senior cats but generally healthy, plus a third, Zayn (my stepdaughter named him, don't ask), who is a stray who turned up at our house 18 months ago and refused to leave. He's about 5 and has had a number of health problems related to being a stray, including being FIV+ and having no teeth (which we had removed due to gum disease as a result of the FIV).
Before we left we noticed that Zayn wasn't eating that much but he still seemed enthusiastic about eating so I thought he was just being fussy and he'd eat better while we were away (because when we're away he gets shut away from the other 2 cats, who normally try and eat his food).
We've been gone for 6 days now and today I got a text from the neighbour to say that Zayn has barely eaten anything for the last 4 days and is now so weak he can barely stand. So I asked her to take him to our local vet straight away but that vet had just closed for the day so she would have to take him to the 24-hour vet which is about 15 minutes away by car. (She doesn't drive, but her husband does.) She asked if she could just take him to the local vet first thing in the morning, I said I think he needs to go the vet now... but it sounded like she wasn't sure how she was going to get there so eventually I gave in and said she could take him in the morning. I guess I was feeling I didn't want to impose on her any more than I already had, even though all she needed to do was take him there, because I would pay for everything over the phone.
It's now about 7 hours before she'll go to our place to take him to the vet, 12 hours since she saw him in that bad condition, possibly 5 days since he ate anything and I have a bad feeling that he won't have survived the night - while I know that most cats can survive quite a long time without food (and he has been drinking his water at least) he was already underweight and the FIV makes him weaker than other cats. If anything happens to him I know I'll blame myself because I didn't push harder for her to take him to the 24-hour vet, and possibly also my fault that I didn't notice before we even went away that he wasn't really eating.
And part of me also didn't push for her to take him to the 24-hour vet because he's been a difficult (and expensive) cat to own due to his health problems, has never really been that affectionate towards any of us and we only kept him because there was nowhere else he could go... I know I didn't push as hard as I would have done for our other 2 cats... yet still... I'm fond of him and feel like I've let him down, and I feel so helpless because I'm so far away and I can't do anything.
@Bethella, the lemon-scented lotion you recommended came today and I am hooked! It smells incredible and it's light enough that it doesn't bother me, so I can use it several times a day. Thank you, thank you, thank you! You saved my hands!
Just found out (on FB!) that one of my oldest friends got married to her longtime partner and didn't even tell me. It looks like it was a small wedding, and realistically I couldn't have attended anyway (she lives on the other side of the country now), but I'm hurt. The last few months have been pretty awful and I have been feeling really low, lonely, and left out... this doesn't help. End childish whining.
I know there are places where the daytime highs during the winter are regularly below freezing, but my little patch of dirt is not normally one of them.
Mr. Cartmann99 brought me a ten pound bag of yellow onions and some Gruyere cheese. It's French onion soup time at my house.
Life protip: don't get so eager to get back into training after a triple-whammy of post-half-marathon recovery, holidays, and sickness that you ramp back up to your usual mileage in a week, and then end up spraining your foot. No heels, no running, Naproxen every twelve hours, and sadness because no running. But at least it's not a stress fracture, which I had feared.