I have been a bit preoccupied this week, so please forgive me for not being very social in the blogging community lately.
I would like to start this post with some questions & thoughts about the relationship we have with our pets.
Your “baby.” Is the definition of this just two people (or animals) conceiving a child? What about when you adopt a child (or an animal)? Aren’t you now the parents of a baby (or animal), even though you didn’t give birth to them? What about your girlfriend, boyfriend, husband, or wife, do you sometimes refer to them as your “baby?”
Here is the definition of “baby” taken from yourdictionary.com.
a. A very young child; an infant
b. An unborn child; a fetus
c. The youngest member of a family or group
d. A very young animal
2. An adult or young person who behaves in an infantile way.
a. A lover or sweetheart.
b. Sweetheart; dear. Used as a term of endearment.
An object of personal concern or interest: Keeping the boat in good repair is your baby.
You’ll find the same definition in other dictionaries as well. The word “baby” is used in different ways. Yes, literally, a baby is a young human or animal. Both need feeding, teaching, comforting, playtime, and shelter. But we use the word figuratively too. Why? Because to some their baby is their adopted child who is three years old, or their wife of twenty years, or their car, or their boat, and to some it is their pet.
I call Cino my baby because I feed her, I teach her things like to not run out the door, I comfort her when she is scared by a thunderstorm, I play “hide and jump out” with her, and I provide shelter for her everyday. We cuddle together every night and have routines like kisses and hugs when I leave and before bedtime.
Well my baby, has had blood in her last three urine samples (they say it is not an infection), so we now have an appointment for her to go in this week for an ultrasound. I am sick with worry because I love her more than any words could explain. I go to bed thinking about this upcoming appointment and it’s the first thing I think of when I wake up.
Cino absolutely hates going to the vet, but at least she doesn’t know she is going until the day of. I have such a tough time with upcoming appointments because I feel so much empathy for her. The definition of empathy taken from the Merriam Webster dictionary is:
the action of understanding, being aware of, being sensitive to, and vicariously experiencing the feelings, thoughts, and experience of another of either the past or present without having the feelings, thoughts, and experience fully communicated in an objectively explicit manner; also : the capacity for this
She expresses a lot of dislike in going to the vet. She puts up a fight going in her carrier, meows very loudly in it, and then curls up in a little ball and hides to the back of the carrier. Pretty much the same things happen once we get to the vet too. So, these appointments are very difficult on both of us.
I started off this post with feeling defensive. Maybe it is because sometimes you feel like no one understands the love you have for your pet. Or because some people think that a pet is “just an animal” so they can even begin to comprehend that to you they are family, they are your “baby.” Or because the working world doesn’t even include pet bereavement in their benefits, as if you can just say “Que Sera, Sera” and move on the same day a beloved pet has passed on. (Just been thinking about these types of things)
A lot of people may not understand how I feel about my cat, but if the way I feel is anything like how they feel about their child, then I can say as someone with no children, that I DO understand how they feel. Hopefully, those people will show me the same understanding as a pet parent one-day.
This Sunday, I would like to reach out to my blogging community and ask if you will please take a break and say a prayer for Cino. I apologize for the not so uplifting or fun Sunday Pause (Paws) this week, but I believe in the power of prayer. It is prayer and it is God that is helping me to hold it together right now. When I found out she needed to come in for further tests, I cried for two days straight and couldn’t even look at her. God helped me to pull myself together. But I am concerned that as it gets closer to the appointment I’ll become more anxious.
So, I would really appreciate prayer for:
- that I will be able to get her in her carrier
- not having to wait long at our appointment (the wait is normally really long)
- that I will hold it together
- the test goes well
- & that Cino is fine
Thank you fellow bloggers, I really appreciate it! Happy Sunday!