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winter_elfMine 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.
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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.
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Date: 6 Sep 2006 03:57 (UTC)My sister and her family was away that weekend, too, and I was at Worldcon--and I was the one who was checking in on her cat. I went to her place on that Sunday night to check on her cat. He is so wonderful. We would all just die if anything happened to him! But it can't stop her from going on vacation with her family or me from being at Worldcon. If he had gotten hurt at home alone, it could have happened no matter where we were! I'd feel awful, of course, but life can be a pain that way... We'd hate it if something happened no matter WHERE we were...!
Bleh...
So awful...
We just have to love them while we can and nevermind the rest...
Best wishes to your kitties and to your sister.
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Date: 6 Sep 2006 05:35 (UTC)I think I fear the usual stuff... that the plane will crash, or that something may happen... I tend to travel on my own a lot, so I do sometimes worry about crime. I've had my money stolen in Paris once, when walking around. I had a bag stolen in a train station in Switzerland... I had a plane have to land--unplanned--at Shannon Airport in Ireland--because someone wrote that there was a bomb on a restroom mirror (four hour delay while the got us off the plane and checked the luggage)... But I've been extraordinarily lucky while traveling. Even if something bad does happen, I've been so lucky all the other times, I'll still consider myself as fortunate!