I’m not really much in control of my stress right now.
My PTSD dog is giving me worse PTSD.
I am still waiting for my “dog car” to be fixed [17 months and counting for a “two day job”] so I can haul him off to the places and people he enjoys.
The PT Loser is just too cramped for his big butt.
I dread the 140 mile round trips because he’s so miserable in the tiny back seat.
Put the rear seats down.
Crying isn’t a solution. Neither is worrying and stressing out over things you can’t control or don’t know yet.
The best way to deal with it is to make plans for the scenarios you are aware of and concrete steps to deal with them. Phuck fear. Plan. And carry them out. And modify as needed. Dare to plan and live and live for your buddy boy.
The crying can come later on when he’s done with the fight. Live now. Because he may outlive you. Live well while you can. Live well now for him so he can live well now with you. Plan. Execute. Focus. Control.