I was suddenly caught up about missing my cat. Not my friends or family or my life here - but my cat. That's what triggered a flood of tears.
Normally, I'm not THAT attached to my cat... at the same time, she has been the cat that had survived a bit with me. The last 5 years of life have been really hard, and I have had her for 6. She was home when someone broke in and attacked me several years ago, when I was 25 (I'm almost 30 now.) For a couple years, whenever someone knocked on the door, she ran and hid. She would never be friendly to anyone but me. After awhile she started to warm up and come out of hiding around people she knew already, but never any guys. My friends and family wouold casually comment when they come over about my "hidden kitty" or even (jokingly) my "imaginary cat" because she was no where to be found if anyone came over to my apartment!
My vet said my cat had PTSD. for real.
But now, she is back to her "old self." She even came out when male pumbler she has never met cames over to fix my sink last week. She was just walking around and looking under the sink with him... (and he just laughed about it and said to not put her away in my bedroom. )
I just haven't recovered so well. A whole basket load of trauma and just plain old problems exploded in my life and I have spent the past 5 years fighting to get back the "old me" or at least a better version of me. Now I've learned to trust again and crashed and burned with my primary T and freaked out so much I am likely to be evicted and I'm somewhat running away to be out of state to get intensive treatment at a partial hospitalization/residental program for three weeks.
And suddenly, now facing leaving my cat in the middle of so much pain, damage, chaos and mess... I was in tears. About my cat. I was crying about her being ok. The rest of life I feel rather numb about right now, except my cat...
I have left her before without any problems! My goodness, someone who works as a vet tech is going to be coming by to take care of her. She will be ok!
...and here I am upset thinking I am horrible and can't even stay and take care of my own cat.
I just got a suprise package from my mom. She express mailed me a box of new cat toys, treats, scratching post, and bed for me to leave behind with my cat and the person who is going to stop by daily and check on her while I am gone.
So I'm in tears again. It's silly, but the gift from my mom feels so good. It is so deeply kind of my mom, and helpful to let go of leaving my cat.
(And she sent me the books I had left w my former primary T too - which I glad about her sending but numb about the actual books, but I am taking them with me.)
Somehow I think maybe my cat is the "safe" thing for me to miss right now. I think if I faced everything else (i.e. the people I miss now, and that I am going to miss even more while I am gone - and all the heartache and grief I have about the rest of my life) I think I would come undone.
am I turning into the "crazy cat lady" now?
maybe I am having projection or transferance issues with my cat...
oh dear, I can't believe I am actually posting and rambling about my cat!
does anyone else feel rather attached to their pets when stuff gets so hard?