- 3 years ago
- Wedding: September 2015
So, FI and I have had a trip planned for a month to go up north and visit our friends this weekend (leave Friday, come back Sunday). They’ve all taken the weekend off to see us, we’ve made arrangements for our pets, it’s all good to go. Well, yesterday our cat starts drooling a lot. So, today I take him to the vet, they see nothing wrong to cause it and said if in two weeks there are no other symptoms and it hasn’t stopped to come back and they’ll do some bloodwork. Now, I hear that and think, “Ok, he’s doing fine. There’s nothing wrong that they can pinpoint and treat. I can’t do anything to fix it and our families can’t do anything either. This doesn’t change our plans, it just adds more drool.” FI hears this and thinks, “My poor baby, I can’t go across the state with you like this. It doesn’t feel right. We’ll cancel our trip if you aren’t doing better by then. There’s nothing we can do, but offer moral support.”
Now, maybe it’s because I’ve never been very, “Pets are people, too,” but I’m irked that this trip that I’ve been so excited and saved and planned for is now going out the window when there’s nothing to be done for the cat. If he’d hurt himself or got ringworm or something that required daily monitoring and treatment, I’d understand completely. He’s our responsibility, we need to care for him and not just thrust a sick animal upon someone else for the sake of our weekend getaway. However, he’s not requiring any special treatment. The most that needs to be done is see if he’s still drooling. If he’s not, yay, problem solved. If he is, then we keep waiting. He’s eating and drinking plenty, his behavior is normal. The only thing wrong, and the vet agrees, is the excessive drooling. I don’t see the point in cancelling our trip because of this. FI says that I can just go without him, then, but we both know that I can’t afford the trip by myself.
I’m sure many of you are going to say I’m a heartless bitch for thinking of myself when our cat’s in this state. I’m sorry you feel that way, honestly. I just don’t feel the need to stay home and cuddle him until it stops. And because, inevitably, all talk of pets becomes about childcare and parenting, I don’t see any of our pets as my children. They are my pets, I am their owner. If this were my child, it would be a different story entirely. Situations are not comparable. I guess what I’m trying to work out is whether I actually am being a heartless bitch (it can happen, sometimes I need a reality check) or if FI really is being overly cautious like I think he is. It’s probably a bit of both. What do y’all think? What would you do in our situation, go on our trip or stay home?