There’s some light at the end of the tunnel. There’s some breathing room where I don’t feel the whole world crushing down on me.

Relish is on the rebound. Her wounds and new tissue are looking healthier and healthier each time that she’s getting her bandage changed. It’ll still be a long road to recovery, but there’s progress.

It’s only been a week, but I think I have worked out a schedule and a routine in when to feed her, her meds, and dropping her off to get her bandage changed.

It’s tough and requires a lot of patience and care and at times a strong stomach cleaning up after her, but as long as she makes a recovery, I’m all for it. I’ll put in the time. I’ll put in the work, and heaven knows I’ve put in the money.

Relish is impatient and just wants to get out from her crate and explore the apartment, to find her old hiding places and just be. She wants to go to her litter box and do her business there and scoffs at the make-shift one of newspaper that I made for her.

I have to be more diligent about cleaning that out. If it’s dirty with pee, she’ll just shit on the towel. Disgusting.

Patience.

It’ll definitely be like this if I ever have kids. It’ll be a lot of patience and a lot of work.

So tired. I can feel my body giving up, I can feel the cold coming down on me. I just need to rest. I need to sleep. I need to catch up on sleep.

I haven’t been sleeping well since all of this started and it’s not like my normal sleeping was that great to begin with.

I slept better while I was on the Whole30 Cleanse. Might have to just adjust my diet again. Who knows?

But, now, Relish is alive. Relish is on the mend. Relish is recovering and I am so fucking grateful for it.

She’s my kid, my responsibility and I was the one that got her in the mess. If she has any chance of staying alive, then I’m taking it. That’s what being a parent and an owner/guardian of a pet or a child means. You be responsibility for everything.

Sigh.

Of course, I wish this never happened and that I wonder if I made the right decision, but it’s way too fucking late now.

Everything is temporary. Everything will be okay.

Everything, Everything.

Everything.