Simone isn’t well. I’m waiting for an emergency appointment with the neighbourhood vet, which has preempted a day full of Important Things.
I am, obviously, worried, and consumed by guilt.
I should have taken her in days ago, but I had a synthesis paper to defend and other Important Things to do.
I should have taken her for her annual check-ups, but there were always more Important Things to spend the money on, like groceries or the fucking hydro bill.
I should have let her drink out of my water glass yesterday, because she really, really wanted to.
I should get her into her carrier now.