You’ve made me wait over a year to get our cat checked out by the vet. The lump on his leg has grown from pea size to golf ball size. Now we need to wait longer because you’re stressed out from work and life and all the other things. It’s not going to get any less stressful. You’re losing my trust. I’m trying to give you space for your feelings but it’s coming at the cost of my own and maybe a lot more. This sucks.