I didn't want to be mom then

I love being a mom, but there are times I don’t want to be Mom. And that happened yesterday. It was better when if one of the kids was hurt, a snuggle and a kiss on whatever boo boo they had would solve all problems. I got a call from LJ yesterday morning. I knew something was up. He calls every week, but always on Sunday afternoons. He was calling with a pet question. Yes, I was a veterinary technician in the past, but they don’t seem to realize that that was nearly forty years ago.

His cat, Easter, is very old, very thin, eats very little and recently he said she has stopped eating at all and begun throwing up. He said that she seemed disoriented and wasn’t able to walk well. He said that her last trip to the vet was so traumatic for her that he had promised himself he would never put her through it again. But he wanted my advice – what should he do?

Ugg – I didn’t want to be mom right then. I did know from my vet days that it was probably liver failure and that at the age of fifteen or so, nothing the vet could do would really make her feel good again. And as much as he loved this cat he had gotten when he was in college and had lived with in NY for all his time there, the time had probably come.

He knew that and he was resigned to it. I think he just wanted his mom to tell him it was the right decision. In the city, you call someone to your home to do this for you. Less fear and drama for the pet – just as hard on the owner. But he had it done last night and then texted me to let me know she was gone and that he and Collin were alright and he said he loved me. It’s really hard to live a long way from your kids when you know they need that hug as much as you want to give it.