#he's got a vet appointment soon

[xskyll]

[raeathnos]

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[kawaiianimeredhead]

Ughhh

[theoreocat]

Hi everyone,

If you’ve been following us on YouTube or Facebook you may already know this. Yesterday, I found out that Oreo has cancer in his GI tract. We went in to the vet because he hadn't pooped and threw up again pretty violently. Before heading to the vet, he made a huge stink, so when I got there I let the vet know. She palpated him and said that she still felt something in his abdomen so she decided to do an ultrasound. The ultrasound shows that he has a very large mass in his abdomen. This is what's making him sick. Many different solutions were laid on the table including palliative care with steroids or chemotherapy. The latter requiring us to see an oncologist first.

The type of cancer Oreo has is an aggressive one, which means it's fast growing. The reality of the situation is that Oreo may not have much time. We can do what we can to extend it but in order to do that, his quality of life may deteriorate dependant on the aggressivity of the treatments. It's equally possible that he may be a good candidate and treatment might be a great option. To know this, we need to see the oncologist.

I've taken an appointment with one in a week's time. It was the earliest I could get. I will have to go into Montreal for the appointment. I was told Oreo can't eat for 12 hours before the appointment as well. Pook kid. I decided to do this just to put my own mind at ease and see what cards are on the table. Depending of the oncologists outlook, I will decide what's best for him at that time.

Once again, I sincerely appreciate everyone's kind words, thoughts and prayers. I spent another $900 yesterday and if we decide to go with treatment we will be looking at thousands more. I was suggested to go directly to emergency services in Montreal as the delay time may be faster from start to finish in getting the information, however, I don't think Oreo would appreciate that. He has been through a lot in the past three weeks and I don't want to bring him to an emergency room to sit there all day and possibly have to stay there for days getting tests done. I don't know how long he has and I want him to be with us right now. He has some medicine to help with nausea as well as an appetite stimulant which we tried this morning and will soon see what results it gives.

This is all very difficult for me to process and I am doing my best. Rest assured, I will do whatever I feel is best for Oreo in the end.

Thanks for your kind support,

Tina.

[copper-16]

You Can Do This

Mapi for the life of her, cannot find Bagheera. The cat is in a place where the Spaniard and Norwegian least expect her to be.

(a/n: this is a mix between fluff and just a little bit of angst that is easily soothed. This is kind of introducing a theme about Mapi's specific struggles with becoming a parent, that is a topic I want to talk about and explore more in future stories about these three. Also, wanted to write some Bagheera/Elena content for @acornsquish, ofc :)

Mapi really, really hated waking up her wife when she did not need to. 

Ingrid was notoriously grumpy in the mornings, especially before she had her coffee, so the thought of getting the Norwegian up and knowing that she would likely be annoyed with Mapi for the rest of the day was not an enticing thought for the brunette. 

But the Spaniard also didn’t know what to do, because for the life of her she cannot find Bagheera anywhere. 

Mapi prided herself on knowing the cat well. She had been here before Ingrid, before Elena, and she had been the Spaniard’s ever since she was just a tiny kitten. The defender loved the cat with her life, and she was sure that she knew her well enough to know all of her hiding spots. 

The nook behind their kitchen table, behind the big armchair in the living room, under the TV in their bedroom. 

So when Mapi got up this morning to take Bagheera to the vet and hadn’t been able to find her, she had checked all of those hiding spots first. She was sure that the cat was somewhere in one of those, simply hiding from the crying from Elena that would start up soon enough when she awoke. 

The poor cat tolerated the baby, but she wasn’t exactly a huge fan of her either. Mapi and Ingrid were careful to keep the two relatively separated, not wanting Elena to accidentally pull at Bagheera’s tail or something like that. 

And for the most part, the cat stayed away without having to be told. She wasn’t a huge baby person, evidently, and Mapi couldn’t really blame her. She hadn’t exactly been bringing a bunch of babies home in the past, to be fair. 

But Elena wasn’t leaving, and neither was Bagheera, so the two learned to coexist peacefully, away from one another. 

Bagheera wasn’t in her cat tower, or in the nook behind the kitchen table, or by the armchair, or their bedroom. In fact, Mapi couldn’t begin to find the cat in the whole damn apartment. 

As the time of the cat’s vet appointment drew nearer, Mapi finally broke down, deciding that she needed to wake Ingrid up to help her look. 

“Ingrid, Ingrid!” Mapi whispered harshly, slightly shaking the Norwegian’s leg from her spot at the foot of the bed. 

“Mmm, go back to sleep Maria,” Ingrid mumbled sleepily, turning back into her pillow. Mapi swallowed thickly, looking around as though the cat would suddenly appear, and then squeezing her wife’s leg harder when she didn’t. 

“Ingrid!” She tried again, and apparently her voice was panicked enough that she got the dark haired woman up, the Norwegian blinking several times before looking up at her wife, who appeared more than a little frazzled. 

“What? Is something wrong?” Ingrid was suddenly very awake, wondering if there was something amiss with the baby. The next words out of her wife’s mouth are not, however, what she expects, given how panicked the Spaniard is.  

“The cat is missing!” Mapi hissed, and the dark haired woman’s whole face scrunched in confusion. 

“The cat is what?” Ingrid repeats, her words slightly slow as she struggles to follow the brunettes train of thought. 

“The cat is missing!” Mapi echoes, looking around again. 

“Mapi, she’s a cat. She’s not missing, she’s somewhere in this apartment,” Ingrid reasoned with far too much sureness for someone who wasn’t abreast of the current situation. 

“No, I’m telling you! I’ve looked in all of her usual spots, and she’s not anywhere! You need to help me look, I have to take her to the vet,” Mapi insisted, not waiting for Ingrid’s answer before she walked out of their room, her steps hurried but quiet, well aware that their six month old baby was still very much asleep. 

Ingrid let out a heavy sigh before she slipped out of bed, running a comb through her hair and brushing her teeth before she joined her wife in her quest to find their cat. 

Together, the two Barcelona players scoured the living room and kitchen, trying to find the black cat. When they didn’t find her there, they moved into the dining room, and then their bedroom. It was Ingrid who finally decided that they would check the one place that they were sure Bagheera wouldn’t be in. 

Elena’s room. 

The baby was six months old, and entirely the light of their lives. 

Bagheera’s life? Not so much. 

But Ingrid drags her wife down the hallway, despite the Spaniard’s insistence that there is no way Bagheera would be caught dead in there. 

The Norwegian pays her no mind, pushing the door open and walking into the room. She looks around, at the changing table, the rocking chair they have in her room, in the closet. 

But it’s Mapi who finds the cat first, her jaw flopping open in shock. 

“Ingrid,” she whispers urgently, moving toward the crib. And sure enough, there was Elena sleeping peacefully, with Bagheera wrapped around her. The black cat looks completely content and happy, more than willing to just sleep with the baby. Elena’s little fist is resting on the cat’s belly, and her face is turned toward Bagheera, even in sleep. 

The entire cat’s body is curled around their baby, her body wrapped around the baby’s head, her head laid gently on the mattress. 

Even the cat’s tail is laid over the baby’s body, resting lightly against her little belly. It’s the cutest thing Mapi’s ever seen in her entire life, and she quickly takes her phone out to snap a picture as Ingrid joins her at the crib side. 

“Who knew,” Ingrid hums softly, her voice affectionate at the sight in front of her. The two appeared entirely enraptured with one another, and Mapi felt bad about disrupting their peace. 

“I should take Bagheera, her appointment is in a bit and I don’t want us to miss it,” Mapi said forlornly, but she reached down to grab the black cat regardless, knowing that they really did need to go to the appointment. 

Bagheera limply allowed herself to be lifted, her eyes opening as her owner lifted her from the crib she had been occupying. She allowed herself to be maneuvered with little fuss, but the disruption was less than ideal for Elena, apparently. 

The baby began to fuss almost immediately, missing the comforting presence of the cat that had come to be a common presence in her crib at night, unbeknownst to her mothers. The little baby reached out for the cat instantly, looking for fur and warmth. Mapi placed the cat on the ground before she returned to the baby, her face knitted in concern at the clear unhappiness on her daughter's face. 

The Spaniard looked over at her wife with big, worried eyes. She made no move to reach for Elena, despite the fact that she was now crying. 

“Ingrid,” she prompted, looking down at the baby with an expression akin to fear. The Norwegian softened, knowing why Mapi was so concerned. 

Ingrid had been the one to deliver her, and subsequently the one who stayed home with Elena the first few months of her life. Becoming a mother had been natural to Ingrid, and she was quite good at it. She knew how to soothe, and swaddle, she had since she was a young girl. The Norwegian had slipped into the role of mother seamlessly, unlike Mapi. 

The Spaniard had not grown up around babies at all, really. It wasn’t something she was accustomed to or used to, and Elena was practically the first baby she had ever handled, apart from the odd ten minutes when she had been passed a baby who belonged to a distant relative at a family reunion or wedding. 

Throughout Ingrid’s pregnancy, Mapi had spent more than her fair share of fretting about what her relationship with her daughter would look like. Would she be close to her, would she come to understand what her baby needed, would they bond. She wasn’t the one to carry her child, but that didn’t make her love Elena any less, right? It didn’t make her any less hers, did it? 

“You are her mother too, Mapi,” Ingrid reminded the center back, not because she was chastising her, but because sometimes those were the words the defender needed to hear. 

She was ashamed to admit it, but it had been six months and she still wasn’t sure that she felt connected with her baby. When Elena cried she didn’t know what to do like Ingrid did, she just panicked. The baby didn’t look like her, or feel like hers. She saw so much of Ingrid in her daughter, and she loved that very fact, but she also ached to feel close to her. It felt like she was playing pretend, like she was a fraud. 

But she wasn’t, and Ingrid was always there to remind her of that fact. 

“I am going to get changed and take Bagheera to the vet. Why don’t you spend some time with her this morning?” Ingrid suggested, noting the panic that immediately flashed across her wifes face. She placed a comforting hand on Mapi’s shoulder, her words sure as she spoke once again. 

“You can do this Mapi. She is a baby, not a nuclear bomb. Hold her, check her diaper, feed her and snuggle with her. I know you know how to do that, and you can do this. I believe in you,” Ingrid promised and it took her a moment but Mapi nodded eventually, her face still a little worried, but holding more confidence now after the pep talk from her wife. 

The center back went to get a bottle prepared while Ingrid changed, getting Bagheera into her carrier before she returned to the kitchen, back to her wife. 

“If anything goes really wrong, you can always call me,” the Norwegian soothed, kissing the Spaniard sweetly before she slipped out the door with their cat, leaving Mapi alone with their daughter. 

With renewed determination, the brunette went back into Elena’s room. She quickly changed the baby’s diaper before giving her a bottle. But even after that, and being burped, the little baby was still fussy. 

Mapi bounced her gently, unsure of what to do. The baby just wouldn’t settle, and she found herself beginning to panic, not knowing what the next step was in trying to calm her. 

“Okay, what would Ingrid do? What would your Mama do, mi sol?” Mapi asks the little baby, receiving nothing but a noise that was somewhere between a whimper and a cry. She holds Elena tightly to herself, feeling on the verge of tears, the overwhelming feeling in her gut being one of failure. 

This was her daughter, and she could not make her feel better? Could she not soothe her own child? 

She felt like a rotten parent. The brunette looks down at the little baby, at the tear tracks that run down her cheeks, at the wetness of her little eyes as she stares up at the defender. She feels a renewed sense of determination to make the baby feel better. It hurt her heart to see her upset, and she wouldn’t stop trying to make her happier until she had exhausted all of her options. 

“Come on,” Mapi decides, walking out of Elena’s room and back into her own, sitting down on the large bed. She carefully places Elena on her back on the bed, ignoring the shrill shriek that she receives in response, in favor of first stripping her own shirt, and then her daughter out of her little onesie. 

Mapi lays back against the bed, sitting up against the headboard. She settles Elena on her chest, and is genuinely shocked by the speed at which the little baby settles, melting into her mother as her cries subside almost instantly. The baby's body is warm against her own, and her little limbs relax until she is completely limp and cuddled against the Spaniard. 

The brunette brings her hand up to rub soothingly over the baby's back, and Elena lets out a relieved puff of air at the feeling. Mapi feels herself exhale a breath she hadn’t realized that she was holding as her daughter snuggled into her. 

Elena waves one of her arms, making a little grabby fist at Mapi’s other hand that was not currently on her back, and the Spaniard brings it up, allowing her daughter to grasp her pointer finger in her tiny fist, holding it tightly to her chubby body. 

“I’ve got you, mi sol,” Mapi promises, her voice thick as she drops her head to place a kiss to the crown of Elena’s head. As much as she is worried about bonding with her baby, she knows that there is no shortage of love that she feels for her daughter. 

She would happily go to the ends of the earth for her little girl, no matter what it took. She can’t imagine not loving Elena, not having her in her life. And it’s moments like these, with her daughter completely relaxed into her chest, completely content, that remind Mapi that she can do this. 

Progress is not linear, and neither is being a parent. At the end of the day she loves Elena, and she would do anything for her safety and happiness. 

And that is enough.

[lynzishell]

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[Rach: Why didn’t you get his number?] Iris: The entire conversation was five minutes. He was gone before I even thought about it. Besides, I spent half the time talking to his dog. He probably thought I was a weirdo.

[Rach: If he’s a dog person, he probably loved it.] Iris: Who knows. [Rach: Do you think you’ll run into him again?] Iris: Doubt it. I’m here almost every morning and I’ve never seen him before. He was just in the area for the vet clinic.

[Rach: Hmm. So, in theory, if you do see him again, it’s because he’s hoping to run into you.] Iris: [scoffs] Yeah, I’m not gonna hold my breath.

Iris: Shit. [Rach: What?] Iris: He’s here. What do I do? [Rach: Um, hang up the phone and go say hi?] Iris: Right. Okay. I’ll see you soon. Bye.

Iris: Hi. Ezra: Good morning. Iris: How’d Milo’s appointment go? Ezra: Great, he got a clean bill of health. More importantly, you were right about the biscuits, he was very happy. Iris: [smiles] Good.

Barista: What can I get for you? Ezra: An oat milk latte… and whatever she’s having. Iris: Oh, um, a macchiato.

Iris: Why did you do that? Ezra: It’s just a thing I do sometimes, buying coffee for the person behind me. Iris: [skeptical] Why?

Ezra: [shrugs] To brighten their day, and hope they’ll pay it forward. Iris: Making the world a better place, one coffee at a time? Ezra: Something like that.

Iris: You should be careful about that. Ezra: How so? Iris: You might give someone the wrong impression. You don’t want them thinking you’re interested if you’re not.

Ezra: I’ll admit, I am usually more discreet about it than I was today. Iris: Oh? Ezra: I have some time before I have to be to work. I was thinking about grabbing a table outside and enjoying the nice weather if you’d like to join me. Iris: Um… sure. I have about thirty minutes to spare. Ezra: I’ll take it.

--

Iris: So, what do you do, Ezra? Ezra: I’m a teacher. Brindleton Bay High. Iris: [sarcastic] Go Huskies. Ezra: [laughs] Right.

Iris: Did you go to that school? Ezra: No, I just moved here a few years ago. Iris: That’s good. I don’t trust people who choose to work at the same high school they went to. Ezra: Why’s that?

Iris: Too many memories. Seems you’d be haunted by the past every time you walked down the halls. Personally, I don’t think I could ever step foot in that building again. Ezra: You were a husky? Iris: [nods] Born and raised in the Bay. Ezra: There are worse places.   Iris: I suppose.

Iris: What do you teach? Ezra: Biology. Tenth Grade. Iris: Yikes. Must be awful. Ezra: You’d think so, but I love it.  

Iris: Hm. Tell me, do you still make kids dissect frogs? Ezra: Every year. Iris: Horrific. Ezra: Let me guess, you were one of the students that refused, taking a moral stance?

Iris: Oh, I didn’t just refuse, I organized a protest. Got half the school to walk out. We were on the local news. Ezra: You were quite the activist. Iris: Hardly. I was just bored. And I was trying to get the attention of a boy I liked who happened to be vegan.

Ezra: Did it work? Iris: It did, for a while. Ezra: What happened? Iris: He caught me devouring a hamburger at the mall with my friends. Turns out I’m not cut out for the long con.

Ezra: I’d say that’s a good thing. Unless you’ve improved since then? Iris: No. I gave up on lying. It’s exhausting. If anything, I’m too honest. People don’t like it, but [shrugs]. Ezra: I like honesty. Iris: Me too.

Iris: Shit, you get oat milk in your latte. You’re not vegan, are you? Ezra: No, just lactose intolerant. Iris: Thank god. Not that I’d care if you were, but I have a habit of saying the wrong thing and I worried I’d embarrassed myself. Ezra: No no, not at all.

Iris: Good. Well, um, thank you for the coffee. I have to go or I’m going to be late for work. Ezra: Wait, you didn’t tell me what you do. Iris: I guess we’ll have to do this again tomorrow then. That is, unless you’re secretly married, in which case, I’m not interested in some weird coffeeshop affair. Ezra: [laughs] No. Divorced, and very much single.

Iris: In that case, if tomorrow goes well, I might let you ask me out on a proper date.

[pleasantlycrazyworld]

Losing your pet.

Triggers: pet loss; talks of depression.

Author note: I had to put my cat to sleep at the beginning of the month, he was my baby so things have been really rough lately. I'm hoping writing this will help with grieving and it may be posted it may not be. If it is I hope it helps anyone who is also experiencing something like this.

Eddie:

You call him when you were freaking out about what to do. You were awoken by your animal crying out and knew they needed a vet but it's so early in the morning you don't know where to go.

When he got the call he was instantly worried for you. He knew how much having your animal helped you cope with your depression and he didn't know how losing them would make you react.

He rushed over and took you two to the 24 hour vet.

He was there to hold you as you cry, he talked to the vet for you, he called the place to make arrangements for the remains

He'd offer to have you either stay at the trailer or for him to stay at your house. He thought being in a quiet house would make you feel worse and since it happened in your room he knew you wouldn't be able to sleep in your actual bed for a while.

The two of you slept on your couch for a week after everything happened.

He would set even more reminders to help remind the both of you that you need to take your medicine

I think he would have you come and sit in on a DnD session to give you entertainment and take your mind off of things, he'd feel pretty prideful when it works

He wouldn't rush you to do anything. There is still a box of litter, still a collar, still toys on the floor oh thats fine! We can get rid of it whenever you are ready to. You want to get a new pet great! Let's get into the van! You don't even want to be around animals that's fine too!

He will map out the store trips to make sure you do not have to even walk by the pet supply aisle if you can't handle it

Steve:

He paid for everything. He knows money doesn't fix much but he didn't want you to be worried about paying for anything.

He never had a pet but he knew how close you were with your pet and he knew you were going to take it hard.

He would make sure you ate and took your medicines, he isn't the best cook but he can do basics so it was about a week of mac and cheese before you started cooking again.

He had you stay at his house, he would worry about you being alone so he made a plea deal and convinced you to stay with him. It's already pretty big and there is more than enough room for the both of you

He would try and get you a new pet better soon after everything happened

I think he would try and get you to talk about your feelings, either by making you therapy appointments or getting you stuff to journal he doesn't want you to keep things bottled up

He tends to treat it as any other heartbreak. There will be days where you two just eat junk food and watch sad movies and when that happens he doesn't mind holding you as the both of you cry into your bowls.

Billy:

Alot of people would probably say Billy wouldn't be that helpful.

I think he would struggle with knowing what to do, he could tell you were struggling but he freezes when he doesn't know what to do.

He would make some sort of comment that made you start crying and that is when he realized how serious this situation was. "It was just a cat/dog/bird/lizard/etc. get over it." Seeing you break down in front of him was his wake up call.

He would bring take out everytime he came over, he'd act like it wasn't a big deal but he knew how much it meant to you.

I think if you were to journal it would be because of Max and if/when Billy tried to make fun of the new habit you both would give him a look that made it clear to back off and he took the warning loud and clear.

I think the next time he sees a stray he would pull over and try and take it home for you. He either comes home with the animal successfully or he comes home covered in scratches and is refusing to speak about what happened.

[catboygirljoker]

content warning: serious animal medical stuff

roy has kidney disease :(

sounds like its a geriatric thing—he's nearly 12 years old. over the past few months he'd been losing weight, throwing up occasionally, then throwing up more often, and then over the past few days he had stopped grooming himself or jumping onto our bed, and nearly stopped eating and drinking entirely.

took him to an emergency/after hours vet and he's being hospitalized overnight with an IV, trying to get some of his bloodwork levels back to normal. in the morning we'll pick him up and then try to get an appointment with our regular vet as soon as possible to look at management options. sounds like it's probable he'll need regular subcutaneous fluids for the rest of his life. and even then it's not a guarantee that he'll have full quality of life. the word "euthanasia" came up—not as a certainty by any means, but as a possibility.

tonight is the first night sophie has spent away from roy since she was spayed three years ago and had to stay overnight then. when we got home from bringing in roy, she'd knocked over a bunch of shit on my dresser lmao. poor baby.

[whereianonymouslypostfics]

Sick Leave

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x reader

Word count: ~2k

Summary: You take time off of work

A/N: Here’s something inspired by my anxieties😬

Warnings: Angst, hurt/comfort

You barely remember how you ended up back at the compound. The last thing you remembered was being at work and in so much pain that you’d had tears running down your face. You have just enough of your wits about you to realize that you’re in medical, and Bucky and Nat are by your bed talking in hushed whispers. You’re not asleep despite really wishing you were, but the burning in your hands and arms keeps you from paying attention to much of anything that’s going on around you. You wonder if you’ll get more pain medication soon. 

Your day had taken an undesirable turn following lunch. You’d had a pretty easy morning, but since the beginning of the day you’d had an appointment scheduled in the afternoon for a new client with his dog. You had no records on this dog unfortunately because he’d never been to the vet, so you had gone in pretty blind. All you knew was that he was a shepherd mix and he might have something wrong with his tail. 

This wasn’t a lot of information, but it’s not like you had any chance to gather any more before the dog had turned on you. You’d just walked into the room and you didn’t even get to greet the client before you register the sight of the large shepherd sitting with his leash on the ground and his lip curled. You don’t remember what you’d said, if anything when he attacked you, but he managed to bite both of your arms and a hand before the client had gotten him under control. Your assistant had heard the dog’s growls and immediately returned which was when you realized you were bleeding all over the place. You left the room without a word and headed for the back. 

You’d been called an ambulance and Bucky had followed you until you were stabilized enough to get to the compound. On the way there, Bucky had called Wanda nearly a dozen times, but she hadn’t answered. He knew she was busy today working on something important, but he would have hoped that she’d see how urgent things were by now. He didn’t bother telling you about this though given how distracted you were, and he has been trying to contact Wanda every 10 minutes for the past hour. 

Steve was also trying to get in contact with her, so she had nearly 30 missed calls. At this point, they were just waiting for her to finish up whatever she had going on. 

“Is Boone still howling upstairs?” 

Bucky sighs heavily at the thought of this before he shrugs in uncertainty. The shepherd had been picked up by Yelena earlier, but she’d simply taken him to your rooms here. You weren’t well enough to have him down in medical with you, and neither of you were happy about this. You were too delirious from your pain meds to really express this, but as your thoughts became less muddled, you began to worry about where your dog was. 

When you shift in your bed and release a pained noise Nat turns to you with a worried frown.

She hadn’t seen you get hurt at work like this before, and it was terrifying to think about how this could have been worse. You are hurt pretty badly and both of your arms and your left hand are bandaged now, but she’d seen how badly you’d been hurt. There were long red tracks of blood and mangled skin beneath the bandages where the dog had latched onto you and tugged. She’s glad you’re getting fentanyl because she can only imagine how much pain you’re in. 

“Y/n?”

You hear Nat’s voice but you don’t respond immediately as you try to take in your surroundings. You’re in medical as you suspected, but you don’t see your dog or Wanda by your side. Instead you see Bucky and Nat, and you figure you know how you got here. You don’t dare move them, but you glance down at your arms and cringe at the sight of the heavy bandages that cover up your painful, throbbing wounds. 

“What happened?” 

Any response that Bucky or Nat were going to give you is interrupted by the sound of a phone ringing. 

Wanda’s going nearly 80mph down the back roads that lead to the compound. She’d spent all day off the grid trying to sort out a few things that had been weighing on her for a while. She hadn’t realized that it would take so long, and she certainly hadn’t realized she’d be out of reach nearly all day. She hadn’t figured this out until she had service again and her phone exploded. She had dozens of missed calls from Bucky, Steve, and a voicemail from Nat. She’d listened to that first, and upon hearing what happened to you she’d immediately gotten in her car and headed back to the compound. 

She’s panicking at the fact that she had nearly an hour before she could make it to you, and she decides to call Nat on her way there to check in. 

When Nat sees that Wanda’s calling, she quickly answers with a relieved look. 

“Wanda--.”

“How is she, Nat? Is she okay?” 

Nat hadn’t been very descriptive in her voicemail. She’d simply told the other redhead that you’d been attacked by a dog at work and you’d been bitten. She mentioned that you were being taken care of, but she knew any further detail would need to wait until they were speaking face to face, or at the very least over the phone. 

Nat turns to you and sees that you’re still grimacing before she sighs under her breath. 

“She’s in medical now getting treated, but she still seems uncomfortable.” 

Wanda feels her heart start to race and she pushes harder on the accelerator until she’s going as fast as she can. She hesitates to ask what she wants to know because she’ll worry even more about you, but she can’t help herself. She glances at the clock and tries to calculate how quickly she can get to you before she speaks. 

“How bad is it?” 

Natasha makes the mistake of hesitating and Wanda clenches her jaw in anticipation of bad news. You groan again as you try to sit up, but you quickly curse in pain as your arms burn from the movement. Wanda hears it and she feels like her heart is in her throat from the sound of you in pain. 

“Nat? Can I talk to her?” 

You don’t realize what you’re supposed to do when Nat hands you the phone. She can tell you’re still out of it when you try to take the phone from her with a confused look. She just shakes her head before holding it to your ear and telling you who’s on the other end. 

“It’s Wanda, Y/n.” 

You perk up slightly at the reminder that your wife isn’t here. You look around the room to confirm this before you frown in disappointment. 

“Wands? Where are you?” 

Wanda feels even worse about not being there for you but she tells you that she’s on her way. Hopefully no more than half an hour away. You don’t say much because you’re not feeling well, but you tell her to drive safe before you feel yourself getting sleepy again. You’re not sure what meds you’re on, but you don’t worry about it now as you try to sleep until Wanda shows up. 

You’re awoken by the sound of someone calling your name almost an hour later. Wanda had arrived a little bit ago, but after she’d seen that you were okay, or at least stable, she went to Bucky to find out the details of what had happened today. When she hears that a shepherd had attacked you at work, Wanda immediately fears the worst. She can’t see beneath your bandages, but she fears that your injuries are extensive and will keep you out of work for a while. 

“How are you feeling, detka?” 

Wanda waits patiently for you to wake up a little more, and she watches you turn to her with bleary eyes before shaking your head. You’re feeling a little better, but your arms feel heavy like lead and putting any thought into your injury makes you cringe. You think about whether or not you’d missed a red flag this afternoon. Had the dog who’s name you don’t remember given you any indication that he was going to attack? You’re not sure and this makes you grateful that no one else had been hurt. Usually, the assistant was the first person to go into the room, but you’d been running late to this appointment, so you’d gone ahead in. 

You’re only regretting this immensely right now. 

When you finally find your voice, you tell Wanda the truth because you’re too tired to come up with a lie. You have no idea how long you’ve been here, but you’d like to go to sleep for the night. You have a suspicion that you won’t be allowed to leave though, and you’re not going to be happy about that at all. 

“Better, but it still hurts.” 

Wanda watches your arm twitch at the thought, and her frown deepens as she pushes down the urge to grab your hand and give it a reassuring squeeze. She figures that would hurt you and she doesn’t want to do that regardless of her urge to hold you. 

“I’m sorry this happened, and I’m sorry I wasn’t here sooner. Do I need to get more medicine for you?” 

When all you do is shake your head, Wanda worries that you’re upset with her. She hopes that it’s just the side effects of whatever you’re on, but you don’t let her worry long. You shake your head with a sigh before you nod your wife toward you with a small smile. 

“Can you come to this side, please?” 

Wanda doesn’t hesitate to do as you ask, and as soon as she’s sitting down, you slowly reach for her hand. Wanda beats you to it and touches you careful to not cause you any pain. You don’t seem to care and you squeeze her hand tightly before taking a deep breath. 

“Can we get out of here?” 

Despite Wanda’s influence, it takes an hour more of you being weaned off your IV pain meds before you can leave. You don’t put up a fight when Wanda asks you to sit in a wheelchair for the trip upstairs. It will make getting you, your meds and all of the bandage supplies that you’ll need for tomorrow upstairs in one trip. You also realized belatedly that when you arrived to your rooms in the chair, Boone was immediately clued in to something being off. He hadn’t jumped up on you like he usually would, instead he whined and nosed at your legs worriedly. 

“Where do you want to get settled?” 

Wanda watches you consider your options for a moment before you look toward the bedroom. You want to go to sleep now since you’re not hungry, but you’ve been without Wanda all day. 

“Will you join me?” 

Wanda doesn’t even consider refusing you, and she nods before rolling you that way with a small smile. She kisses your cheek as she helps you to your feet, and after you’re changed and ready for bed, she helps you get situated. You sigh heavily in relief once you’re under the covers with both of your arms on top since it’s more comfortable. You wait for Wanda to join you and you smile widely as you shift closer to her with a sigh. 

You’re so glad that you get a few days off of work. Even if your arms hurt significantly more the next day, you’re grateful that your wife spends a majority of it in bed with you. 

Masterlist

[pokemonshelterstories]

Howdy! I am the forster of the disabled charizard and bisharp, I have gone to my vet to see some of the issues with this mating behavior.

Also, I feel like i haven't explain well what's up with with them both very well, the bisharp (marvin) is born without any metal crest at all, no blades or anything, he's very vulnerable compared to other pawniards and bisharps, I have attempted to socialize him with his kind and almost got him killed bc the others were so freaked out by his appearance (he was in a fortified socialization cage too) , so I keep him away from other bisharps and he freaks out whenever they're around, my shelter told me all his mates were super aggressive towards him , he feels more comfortable with other pokémon than his own kind, so he isn't alone all the time, we have a meganium that treats him as if he's her child and grooms him regularly.

Our charizard (ember) is wingless, can't fly and tbe breeder declawed him, he is very gentle and scared of other firetypes and has nightmares frequently, he is much, much weaker than the average charizard should be, he is very terrified of his own kind that he bashed his head against the wall when we got a another charizard in temporary for a situation concerning the owner's health, I had to let someone else foster that charizard, I suspect his breeder didn't care about charizard social structures and given how small ember is, he got bullied severely, socializing him is hard.

I didn't actually plan on these two meeting eachother but ember left his enclosure in a daze and ended up in the Marvin's enclosure, i was at a vet appointment for my albino eevee, I wasn't aware of this till i came back with marvin putting his blankets over him, marvin never lets anyone takes his blankets.

Currently i'm letting them interact in very controled settings, even if ember can't breath fire, his meltdowns can trigger Marvin's panic attacks, my vet says as long as they're separated during mating seasons and interact via controlled spaces then they should be okay, given their individual disabilities, I might end up adopting them soon since not alot of folks can handle the level of trauma they both have, I'm keeping a close eye on them both.

unfortunately my answer to this is going to be very short and probably not what you want to hear: i am extremely concerned about the quality of life of both of these pokemon. they cannot engage in natural behaviors inherent to the experience for their species. the bisharp cannot train himself or lead a group of pawniard. the charizard cannot fly or battle and panics to the point of self harm when presented with a pokemon that might attempt to battle him. these pokemon almost certainly cannot be experiencing a good quality of life, whether separated or together.

i cannot see a world in which either of these pokemon should be allowed to suffer through existing like that if you're giving an accurate representation of their situation. were these pokemon in my care, i would be advocating for their humane euthanasia. i cannot give advice to their care outside of that.

[ordinaryschmuck]

Full Family AU Part 23

Vee had just finished her drawing, which was a little doodle of Luz. To her it was, at least. She still hasn't gotten the hang of it, but Vee thought she nailed most the important details. There was Luz's pigtails, which were just little scratches of brown at the end of a big round circle that was meant to be Luz's head. There was her big smile, that also left no room for a nose and barely any room for the eyes. Speaking of, the eyes were two little dots with a bit of blue to them to show that they were shiny.

As far as Vee was concerned, it was an accurate drawing of Luz. Looking down at it made Vee smile. She felt as though Luz was the nicest out of all the Nocedas, and it made her feel good to have perfectly drawn her exactly as Vee saw her.

She was going to get started on the body when Vee smelled...something.

Something that she hadn't smelled since leaving her cage.

A certain something that was even nearby.

'Is that...?'

Vee sniffed the air and then got out of her seat to follow the scent. It led her out from the breakroom, down the hall, and, soon enough, into the waiting room.

There weren't many people there. Some big guy with a dog who had a splinter in its paw. A girl with tattoos holding a snake that had some lump in its body. And even an old woman with a parrot singing the blues as it had what looked like a broken wing.

But none of them had the scent. The one who did was a woman at the front desk. Her dress was bright red, her short hair was a vibrant orange, and she had a green bandanna covering her ears.

"Look, lady," she growled. "I've been in this dirthole of a town for two days straight because your vet was the only one available to me. I have an appointment, so check me in."

"I'm sorry, Ma'am," Tanya told her, looking nervous. "But we can't really heal your pet if you don't have it with you."

"I have him with me!" The woman exclaimed. "He's right...Uh, give me a sec..."

She turned around and walked to a corner. There was a small puff of yellow smoke, all of which smelled delicious to Vee. The woman then walked back to the front desk and pulled out a tiny black puppy out from a messenger bag. It didn't bark, but it did go, "Weh!"

"Here he is."

Tanya stared at the puppy, her eyes wide. And sparkly. "That is the cutest little thing I've ever seen."

"I know he is. It's why I took him when I...found him. Now are ya going to give my baby boy a check up or not?"

"Oh, of course!" Tanya turned to the computer. "What's your name, miss?"

"Marilyn," the woman announced. "Marilyn Rosenstein."

[selfpositiveundertale]

Long post.

TW: car accident

Hey everyone. I'm not doing great.

I've already been having a hard time with migraines getting absolutely out of hand and interfering with literally everything in my life, but yesterday I had my first car accident. The meme I just posted is relevant. It was my fault but thankfully only me in the vehicle. Other than bruised knees(I'm short so I had the seat pulled up close so I could reach the pedals) and some mild rug burns where the air bag got me on my left hand and my neck (I had instinctively raised my arms to protect my face), I don't think I was injured in any way my chiropractor couldn't fix. Definitely jarred my entire skeleton and dislocated some ribs and messed up my neck but what else is new. I didn't hit my head and nothing hurts in any way I'm not already deeply familiar with. Surprisingly I haven't gotten a migraine yet but I'm fully expecting one soon.

Really good thing I wasn't wearing my sunglasses. I lost the pendent off my necklace though. It must have broken off when the air bag blew and then fallen into the road when I got out of the vehicle.

My vehicle is totaled. Not a great loss since the thing was on its last legs anyway but it sucks not having my own transportation now, even if I could only drive in town and couldn't leave town because it wouldn't make it far on the interstate. It would start shaking like a leaf any time I went over 50 mph and I didn't like that. I'm really sore and tired and shaken up but I'm getting through it.

My husband came immediately when I called him and he talked to the car insurance company and called his boss to take the rest of the day off work so he could be with me.

The people in the other car were mostly okay other than the man having a cut on his forehead and his wife having a scraped knee but both of their babies were completely unharmed, thank goodness. Nobody was mad at me, possibly because I was hysterical panicking inconsolable and kept apologizing and asking if they were okay. They were also on their way to the car dealership to see about getting a new vehicle anyway, so I think they'll be fine.

I made an appointment with my chiropractor this morning and he checked everything and basically said I was in pretty bad shape but not really any worse than usual, which was a great relief but not surprising. He fixed the ribs, my shoulder blades, neck, and hands and gave me some samples of a supplement he said might help the soreness. I'm also taking my painkillers, OTC pain medicine, and applying arnica cream to the bruises.

I've been so tired and sore and haven't been up to doing much of anything except eating my feelings but I'm making sure my pets get fed and helping my husband get ready for work in the morning. I don't think I'll be able to meal prep anything for him like I normally do and he says it's okay, he's not expecting anything of me if I don't feel up to it and he doesn't mind buying his breakfast and lunch.

I fear the financial repercussions of this, especially since things have already been very tight due to several sudden veterinary expenses. The cat gods looked at us and went "kittens upon you and your household" so in the last 4 weeks there have been 2 vet visits for a tiny baby runt of a kitten my husband found alone and abandoned at his workplace, one for a very pregnant stray kitty that followed a family member home and popped out 7 babies, and one for my dog when she caught a UTI. We think she's over it by now but I'm taking her back to the vet Friday for a recheck. It's been hard with her because she's been refusing to eat her dry food and we've been having to buy wet food as well as chicken breast and white rice and alternating between the wet food and a bland diet when the antibiotics made her tummy upset. I'm really hoping that by Friday I'll be brave enough to drive. The vet isn't far and my mom is going to let me take her old car for whatever I need until we manage to get me another used vehicle.

I know the car insurance is going to go up because of the crash even though now there's one less vehicle on it, and I'm praying to the heavens that I don't have to actually go to a doctor and get checked out because of the crash.

I need to see a doctor anyway about the migraines that are now coming several times a week and affecting me in unsettling ways like impairing my speech, making me nauseous when I use my eyeballs for their intended purpose, and even made me collapse once. But the clinic I usually go to because the price is income based is in the next town and I'd definitely have to have my husband take time off work to take me. I also fear they'll refer me to a neurologist. I'm certain I need to see one but since I don't have health insurance and the process for getting financial assistance at any given specialist office is (probably deliberately) incredibly difficult and tedious and almost not even worth the effort, it just doesn't seem feasible at this time.

I am trying to make things to stock my Etsy shop so I can make some money but at the moment I just don't have the energy for it. But maybe I should try anyway. The simple repetitive action of crocheting while listening to a book or Old Gods Of Appalachia might help me settle down and feel more normal. My hands ache but my compression gloves might help.

Things are just extremely scary and very painful right now. Staying determined is hard but I'm trying. I'm trying so hard.

❤️🧡💛💚🩵💙💜

[dogduocatquartet]

this almost seems silly to post now, but i became inactive on this blog earlier this year because harley passed on feb 5.

we had an appointment at the vet clinic for him a bit later that day, but i had to call them and beg to move it up because he was doing so badly that morning. on the way to the car he got to bask in the sunlight one last time, and true to himself, he complained loudly on the 5 minute car ride to the vet. they made it really nice for us despite the short notice and we were allowed to take our time. it was the right thing to do, i have no doubt about that, but it doesn’t lessen the grief. the other cats were very kind to him too before he left, and his last couple of days his vet said he was allowed to eat whatever he wanted, so after 2 years of a strict renal-support diet he finally got to have his favorite wet food again, even if his appetite wasn’t great.

it was obviously a painful day, but the strangest thing about that day was that later, in the evening, my mother sent me one of those facebook memories things - it was a picture she’d posted of kitten harley from the day we brought him home, exactly 9 years earlier to the day.

he was my best friend. i think it’ll always hurt that he had to go so soon, but im glad he was in my life and im glad he was my cat.

i love you, buddy. always.

[compassionatereminders]

I am so deeply stressed out. Me and my partner had to leave a really toxic job (the last day I worked they had me in tears over a very very simple miscommunication error that I was actively correcting when my manager interrupted me to talk about how horrible I am) but we didn't have anything else lined up, so we're both out jobs, and our roommate can't work because of disabilities, but he's also not on disability yet, so we have literally no income right now

and we're applying, but every job we apply to is like. haha, wait two weeks before you get to see if you get one interview, and then if you do, wait another couple to see if you get the second round of it or the job !!! suffer and die forever !!

And even then, i've gotten like. two interviews. and our dog might need another vet visit (his tails all weird, long story but he's in a cone and we're doing what we can for it at home (vet assisted) so he's not. DYING but it's still concerning because we don't know whats gonna happen with his tail or not) which we just DONT have the money for, and my phone bill is up soon, and i need my phone going because, interviews. but i have like. a third of what i need for it. and also rent is something (thankfully it's not much, we live with the roommates parents so its like 400 a month but still)

and we're running low on food. because of course we are.

my partner has a job that seems v promising (he's done the interview and the people really liked him it seemed) but he still needs to wait a few weeks, and i'm applying to at least a couple places a day, but my options are so limited cause I just can't interact with people daily in a customer service way (like being a waiter and the like) and no one is getting back to me.

also thankfully my roommate has an appointment with his therapist (free therapy for being considered SMI, so we got that) in the next couple days to properly talk about food stamps/disability, i'm just. we couldn't stick around in that environment, it was actively making me so bad I was worried I'd need to go inpatient. But i so wish we had stuck around until we found a new job, no matter how bad my mental health was falling because it just feels like nothings getting better.

This situation sounds really horrible, scary and incredibly stressful and my heart goes out to you and your loved ones! But I really don't blame you for having to leave a job that was mistreating you and destroying your mental health. I just hope you manage to find a new source of income very soon and that you'll all be okay ❤️

[theoceanoasis]

Soundrod Catformers AU where Optimus learns that Hot Rod is pregnant with kittens before his trip to Brainstorm/Perceptor. Cue him panicking over his poor kitty being knocked up with a litter and is certain Soundwave will not be involved.

He finished his call with Brainstorm. Although he was an odd man. He was happy that he'd found Hot Rods carrier and that he'd have the chance to see him again.

Going to the living room he looked around for his cat and couldn't find him anywhere. He searched his whole apartment getting more worried as time passed until he finally found him under his bed.

"What are you doing under there?"

"Meow."

He crawled under and carefully pet Hot Rod. His hand touched his side and he gave him a startled look.

Having a terrible suspicion he called up the vet and booked an appointment as soon as possible. Although it wasn't easy getting Hot Rod into his crate, he managed. Luckily Soundwave wasn't there to attack him which made things a little easier. That cat was evil and he didn't know why Hot Rod liked him so much.

He watched quietly as the vet did their exam. Only to gasp looking at Hot Rod in shock when he found out he was carrying.

"How could this happen?"

Hot Rod just stared at him and realization washed over him.

"I'm going to kill him."

The vet gave him a weird look and he waved them off. Taking his cat he brought Hot Rod back home. His poor kitty had been defiled by Soundwave who would know doubt be a dead beat loser of a father.

The stupid cat had probably gotten multiple cats sparked because he couldn't control himself.

"Don't worry I'll take care of it."

He reassured petting Hot Rod. He was going to make Soundwave pay for what he did.

Going across the hall he knocked on the door. Furious that he didn't stop Soundwave from reproducing with his cat. The last thing the world needed is more of his offspring.

Megatron opened the door giving him a surprised look when he pushed his way inside.

"Where's that little jerk?"

"What?"

"He should have been neutered! His balls should be chopped off as punishment for what he's done!"

Megatron stared at him as though he was going crazy.

"What are you talking about?"

"He got my sweet little Hot Rod sparked with a litter of kittens that he now has to raise by himself. Because your dead beat of a cat wasn't neutered.

Megatron gave him an offended look because Soundwave wasn't some deadbeat constantly producing offspring, but Optimus refused to listen to him.

Soundwave came over wondering what all the noise was about. When Optimus pointed a finger at him looking enraged.

"You vile beast! How dare you get Hot Rod sparked!"

He perked up at that. His tail flicking in excitement at the good news. Ignoring Optimus shouting he ran past him and out the still open door.

"Get back here!"

Optimus shouted chasing after the demon cat who ran inside his apartment.

Soundwave sniffed the air and ran to Hot Rod who'd built a nest under the bed. He licked him in greeting and Hot Rod shared the good news with him which he was overjoyed by. The two of them celebrated until Optimus grabbed him by his collar and pulled him out from under the bed.

He yowled enraged by the audacity of this human. He viciously scratched and bit him the two going to war. Below Optimus Hot Rod was frantically meowing trying to get him to stop worried about his mate.

He jumped at Optimus trying to scratch his legs which finally got his attention. Optimus gave him an offended look.

"I'm trying to defend your honor."

He huffed glaring at him for hurting his mate. Soundwave managed to break free and he looked him over making sure he wasn't injured.

Both of them glared at Optimus and Soundwave took him back to Megatron's apartment because it wasn't safe in his own. Not when he was acting crazy.

Looking at the cats confused and shocked. He turned around to go after them when Megatron got in his way.

"We need to talk now."

[globodamorte]

keeping this as short as I can.

hi, last week my cat was admitted to a veterinary clinic because he was having trouble breathing. turns out it was an asthma attack due to the weather + him being overweight. he got better and is already home but keeping him in the vet for 2 days was quite a financial and emotional blow. he's stable now but the doctors urged us to go to a nutritionist so we can make him a new diet so he loses weight. since his admittance and exams were so expensive we don't really have the money to go to this nutritionist anytime soon, but I don't want to wait too long either. we're in the middle of a heat wave and I don't want to risk him having another attack. the appointment costs 350 reais, which is about 70 dollars, so I'm shooting for 80 bc of pypls cut.

please help me. I just want him to be ok, seeing him unable to breathe was so scary I don't ever want to see it again if I can avoid it. it's making me extremely anxious and seriously affecting my daily life

pypl

proof and more info under the cut

the baby ☝🏼

the clinic confirming the appointment would cost R$350 👇🏼 (simple translation in alt)

if there's any more info you'd like feel free to dm me!