One of the ground states of my personality is anxiety. Today, I have my pre-trip thoughts of death and dismemberment. Mostly just death. Plane crash, car crash, disasters and catastrophes. Knowing logically that my odds are no worse than on any day does not help the irrational worry.
Found a real pet sitter for Moby, and although she usually walks dogs, Moby took to her immediately. He will be fine, all will be well. I've left a ridiculous number of notes for the poor woman.
But, you know, if something does happen, I don't want Moby to ever go to another shelter. He needs a real home, we promised. We always promise we'll be back for him.
Yes, I know.
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fellow feeling
You'll be ok.
He's taken to her.
Cats Know
Suffering from "What If?" hurts and people just don't understand
I do not suffer that anxiety; I seem to be incapable of imagining the worst possible outcome unless I really focus and consciously search for one.
Good news about the cat sitter.
Nothing will happen that isn't supposed to happen.
Have a good trip!
Imagine something happening to us and Molly left behind is one of those things just too unbearable to contemplate. We know we both feel the same way and that helps a bit.
I expect you'll be better once you're on your way. The cat sitter sounds a good find.
Anxiety is also my close companion - for my nearest and dearest rather than for myself, though it probably amounts to the same thing. In the end, things have always been ok and the worst case scenario never happened. But does that convince me?
Happy hols.
Safe travel with D and that fantastic new bag! Moby is a good judge of character and will be fine.
You know I will give him a good home, I hope, should the need ever arise.
Not that it ever will...just saying.
o no I am getting on a plane on friday too. I will think of you during the take off. When I was touring I frequently had to get on a plane daily, and wasnt too bothered by it. Now it is a rare and much anticipated experience, and I am not so keen. I do worry about what might happen to Porridge if partner and I fell out of the sky at the same time, but this is not likely since he is dogsitting while I go to London to see jazz singers with a girlfriend...
Moby will enjoy himself...
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