mmmmm, couch-y goodness
Dec. 30th, 2002 09:50 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
sierciaFinally got a network cable long enough to reach the couch, so now I get to write this while watching teevee. Yay for true couch potato-dom.
A quick kitty update. They still don't know what's wrong with her, and we decided to bring her home today. She came with a battery of antibiotics and an appetite stimulant. We're keeping her away from the other cats, so that we can get a better bead on whether or not she's esting. If she's not, it will just be a metter of time. Without knowing what is wrong, they couldn't give me much of a prognosis without it.
I couldn't justify keeping her at the vets for more testing on so many levels. All else aside, I wanted her home, where I could snuggle her and try to keep her comfortable. She's just a cat - I can't explain to her why she's in the hospital, and why these people are doing all kinds of "cruel" things to her. We've got a follow-up appt. on Friday, but I doubt it's going to do much good. Depending on how she is, I may call and cancel. Poor little thing, she clings to me everytime I go into the bedroom where she is ensconced, and she's so sad.
It's almost more cruel that there's so much medical care available for pets - if it wasn't available, there'd be nothing I could do, and that would be the end of it. Because it is, I have to choose, and there isn't any good answer. If I choose to treat her, I'm spending money I can't afford to put my baby through a lot of tests and pain that she won't understand while she has to stay in a strange place and is miserable. If I say no, I feel like I'm putting money ahead of my girl, and guilty for not having done everything I could, regardless of how much good that actually does. It stinks.
Thank you everyone for your sympathy and love. I really appreciate it.
A quick kitty update. They still don't know what's wrong with her, and we decided to bring her home today. She came with a battery of antibiotics and an appetite stimulant. We're keeping her away from the other cats, so that we can get a better bead on whether or not she's esting. If she's not, it will just be a metter of time. Without knowing what is wrong, they couldn't give me much of a prognosis without it.
I couldn't justify keeping her at the vets for more testing on so many levels. All else aside, I wanted her home, where I could snuggle her and try to keep her comfortable. She's just a cat - I can't explain to her why she's in the hospital, and why these people are doing all kinds of "cruel" things to her. We've got a follow-up appt. on Friday, but I doubt it's going to do much good. Depending on how she is, I may call and cancel. Poor little thing, she clings to me everytime I go into the bedroom where she is ensconced, and she's so sad.
It's almost more cruel that there's so much medical care available for pets - if it wasn't available, there'd be nothing I could do, and that would be the end of it. Because it is, I have to choose, and there isn't any good answer. If I choose to treat her, I'm spending money I can't afford to put my baby through a lot of tests and pain that she won't understand while she has to stay in a strange place and is miserable. If I say no, I feel like I'm putting money ahead of my girl, and guilty for not having done everything I could, regardless of how much good that actually does. It stinks.
Thank you everyone for your sympathy and love. I really appreciate it.