My dad is in the hospital recovering from a procedure. It couldn’t have come at a worse time since he was supposed to move. I flew in to help organize this for him.
Part of what needed to be done was moving his cat, arranging a pet sitter for when I left, and making sure everything was set for when he comes home. He might not be home for a while and may have to stay at a nursing home to regain strength.
Anyway, I hired a reliable pet sitter to visit several times a week for wet food (I got an automatic feeder for dry food), playtime, brushing, nail trimming, and more.
I was there for about 5 days, and I got so attached to this cat. His name is Bubba, and he’s had a rough time. My dad’s memory issues left his old place in a mess. The cat even rubbed his face raw from an allergic reaction to food my brother picked up while checking in before I arrived. I took care of Bubba while I was there, and now that I’m back home, I can’t stop thinking about him. He’s safe, has plenty of toys, beds, food and water, and medicine for his skin that the sitter will use. I left a radio on for soft background noise between sitter visits.
I don’t know. I feel so anxious and sad. I miss him. I’m home with my own three cats, but I just feel unhappy. It hurts to think about him being alone most of the time for possibly weeks. I wanted to take him home with me, but it wasn’t practical. I already shouldn’t have my third cat, let alone a fourth. Plus, it would be stressful for all the cats involved. My dad is doing okay, but we might have to consider assisted living soon.
Anyway, am I going crazy? I’m happy to see my own kitties, but they are well cared for, and my fiancé is always there for them. Still, my mind keeps going back to Bubba, and I feel like crying.