This week has been an emotional test for my Type A personality. My deals are closing, my husband is fine, but I had a sick cat. If you read my blogs you know that my cats are my kids. And my favorite kid, Rudy the Cat, was sick on Monday. Turns out he had been sick for about two weeks or more. Bladder problems. I felt like such a bad Mom to him when I found out that he had been in pain for that long while "taking care of business."
After realizing that something like that could be going on and I had no clue, I got this horrible feeling (that I still have, by the way) in the pit of my stomach. Rudy is on the road to recovery, but I'm lagging behind. Feeling that I have no control over my cutie getting sick just throws me into bouts of intestinal distress. I know I'm Type A, but this is ridiculous. He's getting better and I'm still in the bathroom every thirty minutes.
Thank God Rudy knows how to get my full attention. He peed on one of my work folders. Thankfully, it was a dead deal anyway. He's a smart boy.
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