The pet taxi is coming this afternoon to pick up Chewie and take him to a pet hotel for two weeks, and I feel like I’m going to burst into tears.
I promised my mom that I would spend winter break with her and my dad and brother – in CANADA, at the friggin ends of the earth (I live in Kuwait). And in their infinite wisdom, the Canadian authorities don’t believe in buns as companion pets, so if I brought him along, he’d be in quarantine for a month or more even though I’d have to fly back home after my two week break is over. (One of the many reasons I will NEVER move back to Canadia
).
To be fair, the place he’ll be staying at is like a five-star hotel for all kinds of animals. He has a suite (as in, a big furnished room) all to himself, and he’ll be cared for according to my detailed instructions, and he’ll have hours of human interaction with his handler every day, as well as daily grooming and a vet-in-residence in case of emergencies. The pet hotel has boarded bunnies before, so they’re no strangers to our little balls of fur, but despite all this, I still feel like a horrible mom. I am, essentially, abandoning my baby for two weeks and putting his precious life in the hands of strangers who will NEVER love him and care for him the way that I do.
Those of you who have had to leave their furbabies behind for any length of time – how do you deal with it? Or should I just resign myself to feeling like a total basket-case for the duration of the holidays?
I have the sneaky feeling that I’ll end up having to dose myself with Rescue Remedy and eggnog for two straight weeks… 