Monday, May 3, 2010

Separation Anxiety

I'm in the process of giving up my pets, and it sucks. No, it's not a permanent situation, merely one borne of necessity as I attempt to resettle into an oversized city and get back to work. As soon as I'm able to acquire a place with a decent backyard, I'll retrieve my four-legged companions (all five of the bastards) and live happily ever after... at least in terms of cats and dogs.

I've done it before with two of my dogs (Jasper and Starbuck), but this will mark the first time that I'll be separated long-term from my alpha male (Jax, who's very close to getting his nuts chopped off) and the two most loyal cats I've ever known (Kay and Sagremor). Oh, there's a possibility Jax's adopted mother won't be able to handle him and he'll wind up with me in the city of angels, but until that presents itself, I'm planning on not seeing him for a while.

And it sucks.

I'm not a worrier. That gene seems generally absent from my DNA, but I am going to feel a bit sad at not being able to run and spoil these guys (yes, they're all male... that's another story). I know this beyond any reasonable doubt. A while back I drove to Las Vegas for some work. This drive marked the first time I made a long-distance drive without my dogs in the back of my truck. I couldn't help but checking the bed every so often to make sure they were doing okay, even though there was nothing back there.

And now I'll be making another long-distance drive to drop them off with a friend of mine so I can concentrate on getting back into the industry that I left over a year ago. And it sucks. I can already see myself suffering from depressing separation anxiety on the drive back. It's bad enough that I've already left my two cats with my reluctant but willing sister. I feel as though I'm somehow punishing them for their loyalty (that, too, is another story).

But, people have to do what they have to do.

It still sucks.

Sucks, sucks, sucks, sucks, sucks.


  1. Good Luck on finding your pets a good family...
    Happy May!

  2. Awww . . I couldn't do it frankly. I'd have to find digs first, settle the pets then look for work. And desex your dogs! No wonder they try to kill each other and the kid next door! (Probably pee on your fenceposts too!)

  3. wow! but i can't figure out how you can live out of the back of a truck with 5 animals...they'll do all right, and be happy happy happy to see you when you are ready to give them a home. Happy hunting.

  4. Thank your lucky stars they will be loved and cared for until you have the right place. Thinking of you. Best of luck in your endeavors. xx

  5. Maybe they will enjoy the angst-free homes you are placing them in and be even happier!

    (sorry, couldn't resist!)

  6. At least it's temporary. Years ago when I embarked on the exciting journey of single motherhood, I celebrated by moving myself and three kids into a small, two bedroom "no-pets" apartment. I had to give up two beloved cats.

    I never got over it. (Yeah, I know.)

  7. Oh that is so sad...hang in'll be reunited! I have faith. And good luck with all the changes!

  8. Wow...Sorry for you and the dogs and cats. They'll adjust in your absence, and hopefully you'll find just the right place to bring them home to...

    Best of luck,


  9. I understand what you're going through. I had to give the cats I had many years ago to permanent homes and it is hard. I always wondered what happened to them from there. I'm glad you will be able to get them back when you're settled. Try to look at it as doing this for them, too. But I know, it still sucks.

  10. You are doing them a favor until you are all settled - no need for them to be all over the place just because you are the Wandering Man.

  11. Well THEY will be worrying about you! -J