It's been a rough week over here and I've just been dealing. The night before new year's eve my buddy, Casper, out of nowhere, walked in the room and started making horrific noises. They were slightly similar to noises I've heard him make before when he needs to puke. He's a pig and I have to be careful with food that he really likes or he'll eat super fast and make himself sick. This was kind of different and it scared me. He did throw up about 20 minutes later, but he didn't improve.
By Tuesday morning, nothing had changed. He was obviously suffering internally and I was at the vet when they opened the door. The vet wasn't really opening. They were checking on some things preparing for closure over the holiday. Thankfully they checked him out. Bladder full and can't pee; stones. They tubed him and sent us over to an emergency clinic. He spent a couple days there trying to get him to pee without the tube and then Thursday morning I had to move him back to the original vet as this clinic was taking their holiday closure. By Friday morning it's decided he needs surgery and they try to squeeze him in so he can come home Saturday. An emergency surgery comes and Casper gets bumped; till Tuesday. The primary vet surgeon at this clinic takes three day weekends.
It's been super taxing; emotionally and financially. I just took this guy on as my cat last July, after a couple months of pet sitting him. The cost of all of this $wise is intense. There have been moments when I briefly thought it was time for the hard call, and I've had a few people try to make me feel bad or wrong for not giving up. I've taken out pet care credit, borrowed money, and am selling a motorcycle I haven't been riding.
He was born with what's called wobbly cat syndrome, and a vet tried to euthanize him as a kitten, saying he would never have a good quality of life, but this dude rocks. He crashes and misses the target a lot, but he gets around just fine and he makes my days so much better.
