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I Should�ve Taken That Left Turn at Albuquerque |
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2002-06-15 - 2:58 p.m.� Well, I've had another emotional whirlwind over the past 24 hours. This time it was all about Simon, my cat. I guess it really started on Wednesday. He coughed up a massive hairball, and then a few hours later he started trying to throw up again, but only managed to get up bile. By Thursday he was not quite himself. We called the vet, and also asked around among our cat loving friends, and were told that it was probably nothing to worry about, but to keep watching him. It can take a lot out of them to puke up a big hairball. On Friday, my mom called me at work and said she was going to take Simon to the vet in the afternoon. He was extremely listless, and she didn't think he'd had anything to drink all night and possibly not much the day before. So, to the vet she went, and several hours later she came back, without Simon. He was dehydrated, and had to stay overnight to get IV fluids. Worse than that, they'd found a blockage in his intestines, probably from something he'd eaten, and they said that he'd need surgery in the morning. All this would cost us a total of $1123.00. Mom told them to do what they had to do, no questions, and we'd figure out how to pay over an installment plan. Between her, my brother and myself, we'd get it paid. We've only had the little guy for 3 months or so, but he's our baby. We couldn't just let him die, when he's so young and not sick. Not to mention the fact that he is a lovely cat. Fast forward to this morning. Vet calls back, tells us that he had a large bowel movement in the night that included a large hairball. He said that Simon had perked up considerably, was talking again, drank a whole lot of water, gobbled up a small amount of food, and kept it all down. Provided he continued like that until noon, we could bring him home, no surgery. And the grand total for the treatment of my constipated cat? $594.00. Which is considerally better than $1123, but still takes a big chunk out of everyone's paycheque. It's just a damn good thing that Friday was payday for all three of us. Simon is now sleeping on my bed, having tired himself out re-exploring the apartment. He is tired, but perky. And we are all relieved. All of us, including our other cat, Mittens. Simon's illness and overnight vet visit sort of brought out Mitten's true feelings about Simon. She cried for him yesterday, and when we brought him back today she went over to him and licked his face. She is now sleeping happily outside my door. So, if the universe is listening I'd just like to say that I think I've had my share of traumas for the month, okay? Thanks.
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The big 3 0 - 2006-06-03 Hello again - 2006-05-03 Random stuff in place of an actual update - 2006-03-15 Pictures. Just Because. - 2006-02-23 Christmas 05 - 2005-12-26 Currently listening to: The Tragically Hip, In Violet Light |
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