So I go out. On a date. He is really cool. I had fun. My phone was turned off. After the date, I turn my phone back on. I have 7 fucking voicemails.
Bundren was hit by a car. They have him at the Emergency Animal Clinic. I go home first. Sit on the couch in shock. Then cry. Then get a phone call from Amy at the clinic. She insists on me going in and spending time with Bundren. I don't want to see my cat dying. But I go anyway.
Turns out Bundren has a huge knot on his head. Fractured skull. Nothing else seems to be wrong. The bloody nose and he is super cold, but no broken bones or leaky lungs. I sit with him for 3 1/2 fucking hours. Applying for credit cards so I can pay to fix him. Nothing is approved. Then I sit for another hour feeling as though I am going to have to put my cat to sleep. Bundren wakes up from his daze a few times, blood dribbles out his nose, no meow. Finally they make me leave the room and sit me down. The owner of the clinic has approved a promise to pay deal with me. Basically I write them a check for the full $500.00 and then go in every two weeks and pay them in payments. If I don't pay them, then the check gets deposited.
Works for me.
I cry all nite. Not just about Bundren but about everything. Stress has finally boiled over now. I have gotten 2 hours of sleep at this point. My eyes are swollen. My head aches.
I'm going there after work to hang out with him again. See if he is improving. Then Monday morning before 7am I need to pick him up and take him home. Hopefully by that point his condition will have improved immensly. So on Monday when I am working the whole day alone... Bundren will be with me. Fuck them if they have a problem with that.
I'm such a lucky duck don't you think?
Bundren was hit by a car. They have him at the Emergency Animal Clinic. I go home first. Sit on the couch in shock. Then cry. Then get a phone call from Amy at the clinic. She insists on me going in and spending time with Bundren. I don't want to see my cat dying. But I go anyway.
Turns out Bundren has a huge knot on his head. Fractured skull. Nothing else seems to be wrong. The bloody nose and he is super cold, but no broken bones or leaky lungs. I sit with him for 3 1/2 fucking hours. Applying for credit cards so I can pay to fix him. Nothing is approved. Then I sit for another hour feeling as though I am going to have to put my cat to sleep. Bundren wakes up from his daze a few times, blood dribbles out his nose, no meow. Finally they make me leave the room and sit me down. The owner of the clinic has approved a promise to pay deal with me. Basically I write them a check for the full $500.00 and then go in every two weeks and pay them in payments. If I don't pay them, then the check gets deposited.
Works for me.
I cry all nite. Not just about Bundren but about everything. Stress has finally boiled over now. I have gotten 2 hours of sleep at this point. My eyes are swollen. My head aches.
I'm going there after work to hang out with him again. See if he is improving. Then Monday morning before 7am I need to pick him up and take him home. Hopefully by that point his condition will have improved immensly. So on Monday when I am working the whole day alone... Bundren will be with me. Fuck them if they have a problem with that.
I'm such a lucky duck don't you think?
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Promise me that if you ever cant make one of your payments, you'll let me know, ok?
I'm sorry.