trimming kehoe's nails--specifically her back dewclaws--is one of the most stressful things i have to handle. (admittedly, this points to the fact that my life is relatively cushy.)
between my anxiety and hers, it's no joke. it used to take me and one other person a few hours--one person massaging and distracting a drug-addled kehoe, and one person operating the dremel. at the time i had a battery operated dremel, so it was a crapshoot if the battery would last as long as we needed.
one of the things i had to stare down when i became single was the dewclaws on my own. as my anxiety tends to be crushingly immobilizing, it took me a long time to even work up the nerve to face the pernicious challenge. and though i've gotten incrementally better, it's still a slog every time.
which means that the damn things get overgrown. which means there's added helpings of guilt and pain involved. great.
it doesn't help that the entire process--from (kehoe's) ingestion of drugs to completion (if successful)--takes 3-4 hours. (and yes, i've considered the fact that maybe i need the drugs more than kehoe at this point...). so i can't do it when i'm feeling spontaneously tough/ready. i have to plan for it. and planning is rife with the opportunity for my mind to spiral out into debilitatingly unhelpful directions.
add to that my tendency to procrastinate, and you can see how a 3-4 hour chore quickly becomes a looming cloud of despair.
but we're done for this month (or however long the spiral into despair and back will take), so i'm sitting here trying to remember be thankful that i've figured out how to do it solo at all.