Man, there’s no stress like worrying about your pet’s health.
Libby the Mooch is an older lady now. At age 13, I see signs of her slowing down a bit. She’s had two probable potty accidents (one, I can confirm for certain) this week, and I am worried about her little bladder. It doesn’t get easier to hold your water as you get older.
Trust me, as a 50-year-old man, I get it. “Pulling an all-nighter” now means that I made it through my entire sleep cycle without having to get up to rock a piss.
So with that going on and today’s dentist visit to fill three cavities, I’m a bit stressed out. I don’t suffer from anxiety as badly as some do, but I still am not a fan of worrying about loved ones. Especially my little Mooch. But I’m going to tough it out and take care of business today.
She’ll be fine at home with her person, my daughter. She said she’ll keep a close eye on her and make sure she gets out when needed. I appreciate her for that. I love their thing together.
Ok, I'd better get her out for her walk, get some lunch going, and schedule this before I head out. I’m glad to get my cavities handled, and once that’s over with, it will be nice to chill and read some comments from y’all. Thank you for being here with me daily.
Especially on stressful days when my mental health isn’t at its best. I appreciate y’all so much.
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