And feeling really, really conflicted about it. Saturday is Grandma's 96th birthday party, and a family gathering to celebrate her. Roger, Mom and I have tickets and are heading out tomorrow morning at way too freaking early - it's the first trip I've taken since Hank came into my life. I was already sort of dreading and really looking forward to the trip, but then Moose threw a spanner in the works.
He's had a couple more of his little spells, and I'm feeling awful about leaving him - but then again, I'm leaving him with his Uncle Daniel, who has a) power of attorney over him with my vet; and b) knowledge of where the sausages are kept, and the ability to run the microwave. I've talked with the vet, and there's nothing that can be done immediately that we're not already doing, Moose is already going to be seeing the vet Saturday with Daniel for his laser treatment... but yet, I'm still feeling like my presence is the only thing keeping Moose from keeling over immediately. I know, stupid thought, but you can't argue with your gut.
I'm going to try to let go and enjoy the weekend. For one thing, I need to see my family again (and Mom tells me that they need to see me as well). At this point, there's no way to reschedule this - that's not an option. I'm just going to have to let the gut (and the guilt) know it's not going to be running my life (this time.)
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