Most of the time, I really don't want the reminder.
I've mentioned my little guy, Ziggy, has epilepsy. I haven't mentioned that over the last couple of weeks, he's had some big health scares. He's dropped a good amount of weight, now he has a thyroid condition, and we are in the midst of further testing to see if he has Addison's Disease. He's a trooper, but it's a lot to learn at once.
My ex was really helpful with the dogs. That's one of the harder parts for me right now, in relation to Ziggy's health, as I'm dealing with everything alone again. A part of me feels like I went through a divorce, and now I have the kids full time while the other "parent" is absent. They are, in fact, my dogs, and I did it all alone B.B. There's a big difference though, going from having no help, to having help, back to having none again. Particularly when it comes to health issues, like dealing with Ziggy having a seizure on my own. That scares the absolute shit out of me. I can't run and hide in the bathroom until it's over now; I'm going to need to be front and center, dealing with whatever comes our way--by myself. I know I can do it, and let me tell you, he's surely worth it.