Carl, yep...too late. But that's okay, I appreciate the input. (((HUGS))) (Not ignoring you, Chippendale's...just finished sending proofs to a client and will get back to everything soon.)
I hate skipping shots and giving BCS's and losing momentum, as in momentum to get Pumbaa to stop bouncing and diving.
I hate not being able to figure out how to prevent Pumbaa from bouncing and diving like this. It's got to be hell on his little body, not to mention what this is doing to me.
I hate looking at his past history and trying to figure out what he's going to do, and then have him do the opposite. Especially when I am trying to make "inject or not" decisions, like tonight.
I love my little guy, but this FD could be the straw that broke the camel's back, because my life before FD was already very stressful and there already wasn't enough time in a day to do all that I need to do. But, this isn't Pumbaa's fault. He didn't ask for FD. He hates me poking him and injecting him, and I don't blame him. Yet he still comes and snuggles with me at night, when I finally manage to make it to bed instead of napping on the sofa with an alarm waking me up to test him. The cat
the that bit me at the vet a few months ago, and who had to be muzzled for them to draw blood, let me test him 19 times on Friday because he loves me, and he knows how much I love him. Even if he doesn't understand why I am torturing him, daily.
I made a lot of progress today trying to convince my mom to get her cats off of dry food. That's one huge plus.
