I promise, if it was ME, I'd be busy MAKING it my fault. I'd want to know you're not mad at me, don't hate me, and haven't given up on me (yet?).
Yup, yup, and double yup for my vet too.
The way it seems to work for us
@LoveHimThroughIt , is that I finally got it through my thick skull that
the most loving thing I could do for my vet is to give him the space he needs to feel better. That realization did not come right away, by any means. It was a process. He now KNOWS that I don't take it personally, and that I know it is just something that needs to happen every so often. I don't even address it really anymore. It is no big deal, and totally fine. He knows what my boundaries are regarding it, and as long as they aren't crossed, everything is A-OK.
For instance, my vet is physically handicapped from Iraq, as well as the TBI and PTSD. He has a lot of medical appointments at the VA. The VA sucks the big hairy one, and it is a major stressor for him every single time. It exhausts him, and he is usually in a lot of physical pain afterwards as well. He had an appointment this morning for something physical. On the way home, he fell asleep in the car before I got out of the parking lot. I stopped off and got a bag full of sandwiches at a drive thru, got him home, work him up and got him inside. I left the food in the fridge, asked him if he needed me to stay... which by experience, I knew his answer would be a resounding no. Then I gave him a kiss and told him to give me a holler when he was ready. I know I won't hear from him for a day or two. I know why I won't, and I'll give him the alone time he needs to de-stress. He knows I'm not upset with him and I understand. It's my gift to him.