John,
I feel the same way, pretty much. We'd never, ever traveled for over 15 years except for one, lousy vacation for a week, long ago when they were young, and where I called home constantly, for worrying about them. And one wknd. trip once a few years later, where I did the same. The live-in sitter probably thought we were nuts, but I didn't care, and had told her to expect this from me. To me, it usually wasn't worth the angst and with our kids, their health problems were often unpredictable and we didn't have anyone knowledgeable enough to safely leave them with.
But now we sort of owe it to ourselves to get a bit of that kind of stuff in before I ask our kids to come back to us again. The irony is that I don't have anywhere near as much interest, as compared to before, in traveling too much now, as there's always this empty house to have to come back to.....doesn't make for a very 'refreshed' feeling once my foot crosses that threshold and in fact, I've usually crashed quite badly for awhile upon returning home. So far, I've only managed to use travel as a way to try and escape from the pain a little bit.
Only if I had an exceptional friend here who thought just like I do about my kids and their welfare, was also holistically-minded, and they knew that person, liked them, and that friend could stay here (and we had a more dependable local holistic vet who also loved my kids), would I go away as a couple for an extended period, if I had kids again. And even then, I wouldn't allow them to be taken outside unless they were on a leash (one by one & like it or not!), just in case. I wouldn't want any real friend of mine to suffer any guilt, either, over something preventable happening to them while I was away. Call all of that what you will, that's how responsible I feel about any kids of mine. And that's yet another reason why I, personally, feel I must wait until whenever, to have any more furkids. Those practical things aren't in place yet, and if they never are, I guess I might just have to make do by helping animals that aren't my own instead. I'd even worry more than I did before about something happening to the both of us, if no one good enough was around and willing to take them as their own and treat them the same way as they'd become accustomed to. Leaving money in a Will to one's furkids is often pretty risky if not impossible to uphold, so one needs a trustworthy human or sanctuary to bequeath it to.
For the fading memories.....maybe if you begin writing down what you do remember, more will come back to you as you write. But it IS harder to recall each and every little thing when there isn't another furchild there to help remind you by their
own doings. I'm scared of the same thing myself, though I've written a number of things down already.
I've been listening every so often to our Christmas recordable (memorial) ornament of Nissa-talk (a short compilation of some of my most fav*ourite moments of her talking that we'd recorded over some time) and I almost lose my mind for wanting to have her back, yakking away with me, and not just encapsulated in this little, gold, inanimate ball. I'm so thankful I have it, but it still kills me to hear her, yet not see her, alive and full of her amazing personality and spunk. I thought I heard her briefly call in my head yesterday, too, which was also comforting as well as heartrending. It's all just so hard....especially at this time of year.