Yesterday I talked about the Damn Cat and his issue. I guess it would be lack of issue, since he was blocked up and couldn't pee. Either way, later in the morning I felt sort of bad. Here I was talking about just putting him down, as it is the cheaper alternative, then I herd news that yet another friend of mine had passed away. I know, it seems weird that a guy my age has had so many friends pass away over the past two years. Weirder yet, that all my friends are older than me. I guess I don't like people my own age ... I don't know. So yesterday pretty much had me bummed out most of the day.
This morning had us doing a follow-up shot at the vet for Rusty. This shot is supposed to help something like making him produce fluids and help breakdown the crystals that are in his system. At $51, I told the vet (or rather the receptionist, as the vet didn't come out to talk to me) this was his first, and last shot. The vet wants him to do another 3-4 days of these shots, but I flat out told them fuck no. We've already spent (now) damn near $800 on a fucking pet I don't want, so why would I spend another $200+ on the fucking thing?!? The vet said it was our decision, but Rusty may develop the same situation again.
I love how they use the pet's name, making it sound like a human, and that we cannot neglect their health and welfare. But I looked the receptionist in the eye and told her I could have saved $700 if I had just put the fucker down in the first place. Needless to say, I don't think I am a favorite owner of a patient now.
I called the Wife to tell her what I thought about the whole cost vs need situation. She got all quiet on the phone, meaning she didn't agree with me. I plainly said that I am not running the cat to a vet to spend more money. IF she wants me to spend more money on the cat, it is to put him down. Yeah, things are going to suck around my house the next few days.
I wonder if I should just leave the front door open, put the dog in the back room, and let the cat wander away, then say he got out past me and ran. Then hope he doesn't find his way home. Easy fix for me. But I don't think the Wife will buy it. Rusty better get well, or some Korean family is going to be eating a good dinner soon.
Damn, that was a bigoted remark. Glad to see I ain't losing it.
PeacE
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Wednesday, February 5
Tuesday, February 4
Put The Effer Down
I'm a bit grumpy this morning. The Wife has put me in a position where I have to do something I really could care less about doing: taking the cat to the vet. I probably should back up a couple days, to explain why.
Sunday morning, the Wife noticed that Rusty (aka Crack Kitty, Damn Cat) was starting to squat at random places around the house, as if trying to pee, but not going. The litter box was clean, so there was no reason for this new behaviour, unless there was some medical reason. That afternoon she took him to the animal hospital (of course more money because it is a Sunday and a weekend, and no regular vet would be open) and found out that he has some crystal build-up in his bladder and kidney areas. Rusty was not 'blocked up' but the crystals were supposedly causing pressure that makes him feel like he needs to relieve himself. They would not catheterize him to clean out the crystallization unless he was completely blocked up though. Instead, they gave him some meds for discomfort, and supposedly to help breakdown some of the build up (I think, I really wasn't paying attention to what the Wife was saying).
Rusty was feeling good that night, and things seemed to go back to normal. Until last night. He started the squatting again. Also, it turned out the animal hospital had faxed all the information of what they did to our regular vet, who called my son (he has my old phone & number) about getting the cat in for a visit.
This is where I get pissy. I know, bad choice of words, but still ...
The Wife tentatively set an appointment for Thursday morning. Of course morning. So I would have the time to take him - which I have no care to do. I would rather just take him to be put down rather then spend hundreds of dollars on some medical treatment. I never have believed a pet was worth it. The Wife spent around $300 Sunday on the damn cat already, and nothing was done. So the appointment Thursday morning, unless it got bad enough, and Tuesday morning (today) I could try to bring him in, and they would try to "work him in" between regular appointments.
SO ... now I have to go and sit there, waiting hopefully, that they have the time to see him, for a damn cat I don't even want. There goes my morning. So much for getting things done before work. The Wife is trying to relay to me all the information the vet will want (how are eating habits, etc) thinking I care. I asked something along the lines of "So how much money are you wanting to fucking waste on the damn cat? More than the $300 you did Sunday? Or save a few hundred and spend $100 to put him down?"
That's when the Wife said maybe she could call into work and take the day off. Of course I said no, she couldn't. She makes more money than I do, and there are enough appointments, etc., in life that she can't waste a damn day on the cat. I did mention if I wasn't seen by 9am though, I was leaving the vet.
Now I am just waiting for them to open ( in about 45 minutes) to go do this. I know the Wife will be getting a phone call from me if he gets seen ... to let her make the decision about what she wants to do. I think it is time to put him down. When we first got him, we spent around $500 to get him healthy through prescriptions and appointments at the vet. I don't think it is worth it.
Either way, my Tuesday is ruined. I'll be in a crappy mood all day now.
PeacE
Edit: So, Rusty is at the Vet now, getting a catheter done to help clear blockage. Hopefully there will not be any complications (which would cost more). Another few hundred dollars down the drain ... Will know more once they get that done in about an hour or so.
Sunday morning, the Wife noticed that Rusty (aka Crack Kitty, Damn Cat) was starting to squat at random places around the house, as if trying to pee, but not going. The litter box was clean, so there was no reason for this new behaviour, unless there was some medical reason. That afternoon she took him to the animal hospital (of course more money because it is a Sunday and a weekend, and no regular vet would be open) and found out that he has some crystal build-up in his bladder and kidney areas. Rusty was not 'blocked up' but the crystals were supposedly causing pressure that makes him feel like he needs to relieve himself. They would not catheterize him to clean out the crystallization unless he was completely blocked up though. Instead, they gave him some meds for discomfort, and supposedly to help breakdown some of the build up (I think, I really wasn't paying attention to what the Wife was saying).
Rusty was feeling good that night, and things seemed to go back to normal. Until last night. He started the squatting again. Also, it turned out the animal hospital had faxed all the information of what they did to our regular vet, who called my son (he has my old phone & number) about getting the cat in for a visit.
This is where I get pissy. I know, bad choice of words, but still ...
The Wife tentatively set an appointment for Thursday morning. Of course morning. So I would have the time to take him - which I have no care to do. I would rather just take him to be put down rather then spend hundreds of dollars on some medical treatment. I never have believed a pet was worth it. The Wife spent around $300 Sunday on the damn cat already, and nothing was done. So the appointment Thursday morning, unless it got bad enough, and Tuesday morning (today) I could try to bring him in, and they would try to "work him in" between regular appointments.
SO ... now I have to go and sit there, waiting hopefully, that they have the time to see him, for a damn cat I don't even want. There goes my morning. So much for getting things done before work. The Wife is trying to relay to me all the information the vet will want (how are eating habits, etc) thinking I care. I asked something along the lines of "So how much money are you wanting to fucking waste on the damn cat? More than the $300 you did Sunday? Or save a few hundred and spend $100 to put him down?"
That's when the Wife said maybe she could call into work and take the day off. Of course I said no, she couldn't. She makes more money than I do, and there are enough appointments, etc., in life that she can't waste a damn day on the cat. I did mention if I wasn't seen by 9am though, I was leaving the vet.
Now I am just waiting for them to open ( in about 45 minutes) to go do this. I know the Wife will be getting a phone call from me if he gets seen ... to let her make the decision about what she wants to do. I think it is time to put him down. When we first got him, we spent around $500 to get him healthy through prescriptions and appointments at the vet. I don't think it is worth it.
Either way, my Tuesday is ruined. I'll be in a crappy mood all day now.
PeacE
Edit: So, Rusty is at the Vet now, getting a catheter done to help clear blockage. Hopefully there will not be any complications (which would cost more). Another few hundred dollars down the drain ... Will know more once they get that done in about an hour or so.
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