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I hate feeling guilty for things that aren't my fault. It's a small thing, but Yukon had to go to the vet for a sprained foot. Everything in their cage is soft, fleece and cuddly things, but I guess maybe a claw got stuck and she sprained her paw getting loose? I don't know. I still feel guilty though, and I wish my brain would recognize when something is and isn't my fault. I struggle being kind to myself, but I'm trying to get better about it. I'm not stupid. It's not my fault. Things happen, and at the end of the day, she's okay and so am I. I had ice cream today.