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Mine is something will happen to my kitties when I travel.
I do so love to travel, even just to get out of town for a few days, but at the same time, I feel horribly guilty for deserting my loving kitties. I always make arrangements for them to be watched, played with, feed, watered, etc. And yet, it's a fear I cannot shake. One is very shy, and no one hardly sees her when I'm gone. If she was sick, would anyone notice? For years when I traveled, I always left a credit card and note of authorization for any kitty emergency needs, along with their medical records and nearest vet.
Do I fear planes? no. Do I freak out about getting stuck somewhere? no. Do I panic about some accident happening to said plane? no. I do have a mild 'packers' panic about forgetting something important, and have to check said important object 50 times at least (passport/tickets/confirmation codes). But it's the kitty fear that's the most prevalent. So I always dash home and go to find them both, hug and play when them when I get back.
When I first went to college, I had a little lap dog named Muffin, a black poodle/lasha apso mix (hasn't everyone had a pet named Muffin?). Due to finances, I lived in the dorm (because it was paid for by my financial aide), but they allowed no pets :( I was sad at leaving my little doggie, and still tried to come up with ways to sneak her into the dorm - she was small and quiet! I knew I'd see her soon during breaks, and maybe I'd be able to get a room off campus that would allow pets next year.
It never happened. My poor dog died while I was gone (fatally injured by a coyote), and I wasn't told till over a month later.
This is probably where my fear comes from.
And it happened to my poor sister![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
psyche7772 just this last month. Her kitty, Oliva, of over 10 years died in a freak accident when she was with me at Worldcon. Horrible doesn't even compare to how I felt.
I do so love to travel, even just to get out of town for a few days, but at the same time, I feel horribly guilty for deserting my loving kitties. I always make arrangements for them to be watched, played with, feed, watered, etc. And yet, it's a fear I cannot shake. One is very shy, and no one hardly sees her when I'm gone. If she was sick, would anyone notice? For years when I traveled, I always left a credit card and note of authorization for any kitty emergency needs, along with their medical records and nearest vet.
Do I fear planes? no. Do I freak out about getting stuck somewhere? no. Do I panic about some accident happening to said plane? no. I do have a mild 'packers' panic about forgetting something important, and have to check said important object 50 times at least (passport/tickets/confirmation codes). But it's the kitty fear that's the most prevalent. So I always dash home and go to find them both, hug and play when them when I get back.
When I first went to college, I had a little lap dog named Muffin, a black poodle/lasha apso mix (hasn't everyone had a pet named Muffin?). Due to finances, I lived in the dorm (because it was paid for by my financial aide), but they allowed no pets :( I was sad at leaving my little doggie, and still tried to come up with ways to sneak her into the dorm - she was small and quiet! I knew I'd see her soon during breaks, and maybe I'd be able to get a room off campus that would allow pets next year.
It never happened. My poor dog died while I was gone (fatally injured by a coyote), and I wasn't told till over a month later.
This is probably where my fear comes from.
And it happened to my poor sister
psyche7772 just this last month. Her kitty, Oliva, of over 10 years died in a freak accident when she was with me at Worldcon. Horrible doesn't even compare to how I felt.
