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I went to bed last night thinking I hope when I wake up it's morning and I'm still in my own bed, but instead it was 5:30am and Gary was squeaking.
I went downstairs, didn't look at him or talk to him, and lay down on the day bed. I didn't try to let him outside or comfort him or anything else, I figured just Not Being Alone would be good enough for him, and it was; he quickly jumped up on me and was fine. We slept there until 9:30.
It's not ideal, but he didn't howl or bark or try to bite anyone and he did manage several hours on his own before he started up.
Maybe tonight I'll get to spend the whole night in my bed.
Between this and not using my laptop at my bedroom desk any more, I'm spending so little time there that last night as I was getting ready for bed it felt oddly unfamiliar, heh.
I got an email from my mom with mixed but basically good news: she has gallstones and something she doesn't understand going on with her pancreas but her kidney is fine (as much as it ever is; she took the opportunity to grumble about it again but this is so normal for her that it's good to see). So she's like "I'm going to talk to the doctor about this at the end of the month" sick, not crisis-level sick like we feared. So life is not all bad really.
I went downstairs, didn't look at him or talk to him, and lay down on the day bed. I didn't try to let him outside or comfort him or anything else, I figured just Not Being Alone would be good enough for him, and it was; he quickly jumped up on me and was fine. We slept there until 9:30.
It's not ideal, but he didn't howl or bark or try to bite anyone and he did manage several hours on his own before he started up.
Maybe tonight I'll get to spend the whole night in my bed.
Between this and not using my laptop at my bedroom desk any more, I'm spending so little time there that last night as I was getting ready for bed it felt oddly unfamiliar, heh.
I got an email from my mom with mixed but basically good news: she has gallstones and something she doesn't understand going on with her pancreas but her kidney is fine (as much as it ever is; she took the opportunity to grumble about it again but this is so normal for her that it's good to see). So she's like "I'm going to talk to the doctor about this at the end of the month" sick, not crisis-level sick like we feared. So life is not all bad really.