I am convinced I am cursed when we go on vacation. Every time we go away something terrible happens.
Last year for spring break, we travelled south to my sisters wedding. The second day we were gone, our house was broken into and many important valuable items were stolen. A neighbour was looking after our horses and our dogs, but the break in occurred during the day when they weren't there. We were grateful however, that our dogs and horses were not harmed and do realize it could have happened just as easily while we were at work.
We went on holidays again last summer. After our spring break in, we didn't want to burden our friends and neighbours with that responsibility so we hauled the horses to a stable and put the dogs in a kennel. The second day we were away we got a call that my daughter's mare cut her foot very badly. Fortunately the woman that owns and runs the stable took extremely good care of her, but she did have to stay on stall rest for an additional three weeks after we got home. We spent the last few days of our holiday at a reunion in an area that is out of cell range. On our way home as soon as well had cell service, both my husband's and my cell phones started to buzz. Not a good sign as nobody has my number except those caring for our animals. As it turns out the dogs got a terrible case of kennel cough and my boxer ended up with pneumonia. Two or three trips to the vet later, they both recovered, but again, holiday stress we didn't need.
So just this last week we travelled out of province to visit family and hired someone to stay in our house while we were away and look after the animals. All went very well except that when we got home, my son's favourite cat wasn't there to greet him. He went down to the hay shed where she usually catches mice and found her laying on the bales in a puddle of urine and unable to walk. It seems one of the horses had stepped on her and broke her back and pelvis. Off we went to the emergency vet (not 30 minutes after arriving home from an 8 hour long drive) and ended up having to put our poor Tabby cat down. My son is devastated and at 11, he is having a hard time understanding why such terrible things happen when we go away. As we were getting out of the truck, he was hesitant and said, "something bad always happens when we leave". I just don't know how to console him especially when it seems he is right...