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My new cat, Boo Boo, got sick.

At first, I thought his sneezing was just anxiety. He’s still adjusting, still finding his place, and he likes to hide under the bed where there’s probably more dust than I’d like to admit. When he didn’t want to eat as much, I assumed it was part of that too—stress, new environment, maybe just needing time.

But then I noticed he wasn’t drinking much either. He seemed congested, uncomfortable, and just… off.

It’s a terrible feeling watching someone you love—human or animal—not feel well and not being able to fully explain or fix it.

I took him to the vet, and he received an ozone treatment. I didn’t fully understand what it was at the time, but the goal was to help clear out his system and support his recovery. Since then, he’s still a little congested, but he’s improving.

And the small things feel big right now.

He’s eating more.
He’s using the litter box regularly again.
He’s coming back to me.

Last night, he sat in my lap for a few hours while I caught up on my shows. That alone felt like a quiet kind of relief—like maybe we were both settling again.

I tried putting him in the bathroom with steam a few times to help with the congestion, but I worried about him getting overheated. I’ve been doing my best to help without overwhelming him.

At the same time, I’ve been dealing with a lot of stress from work. When I get home, I sometimes keep a little distance at first because I don’t want to bring that stress onto him. He was just starting to open up and feel comfortable here, and then he got sick. I didn’t want to make that harder for him.

But even with all of that, he’s finding his way back—to eating, to comfort, to me.

And maybe that’s the part I need to pay attention to.

He is on the mend.
And somehow, in the middle of everything, so am I.