And I'm not even Catholic!

Somehow I've managed to master feeling guilty...and I'm not even Catholic! You'd think as much guilt as I've been experiencing that I was Catholic and I'm not. Here are the things I've been feeling guilty about:

• Leaving Willie for work and not coming home until late, knowing that he is starving to death because he is on steroids.
• Asking my sister to help out with his medicine because he has to have it every 8 hours, and I'm in New Orleans all this week.
• Going on vacation and leaving him for 4 nights and 5 days (this isn't even happening until May...that is anticipated guilt!!!)
• Every time I spend a nickel I feel guilty for spending money I should be using to pay on Willie's medical bills. This one I can usually talk myself out of pretty quickly because debt is debt. My goal is to be sure I pay it off before he dies.
• Here is the one I struggle with the most! I thought the other day about what kind of new dog we would get and on top of that, picked out a new name! That's the one I feel most guilty about...for the love of Mary (I promise I'm not Catholic!) he isn't even dead yet and I'm already planning on his replacement and what to name it (by the way I've decided on another Min Pin named Anderson Cooper).

So, I'm not sure what to do. I'm guessing if I was Catholic I could go confess to a priest about it and maybe say a few Hail Marys but I'm not, so I guess I'll just have a few glasses of wine instead and that will take my mind off of it, at least for a little while!