Sometimes, having a pet is a pain in the ass

[lillian13]

Last night, while grooming him, I noticed a big lump inside Slinky the Lumpen Sidekick's ear, along with some blood. Oh crap, an abscess. I called my clinic (yay 24 hour vet offices!) and made an appointment for this morning. I got him into the carrier with a minimum of fuss and got him to the vet in a minimum amount of time. Great! Well, not so much.

The hairball has managed to gain 3 pounds, even on Senior Science Diet.

And it's a growth, not an abscess. Growths mean surgery, and $1000+  bills. I handed over the credit card (almost paid off, alas) and left him there. If there aren't any complications, I'll hear from them tomorrow. Then I get to pill him. Oh, joy.

Damnit. I'm worried about him and pissed off that he's costing me 1/3 the price of a scooter. He's not even my favorite cat--he tolerates me OK, but that's it. If if were Ripley the Wonder Cat, I would have gladly handed the money over and then asked them if they needed blood too. I would never not get my cats treated. But I'm pissed off about it. Does this make me a terrible person?

Now I'm all depressed and angry. *sigh*

Comments

[vickita.livejournal.com]

Aw, man. Bummer. ::pets you *and* the kitty::

Nah, doesn't make you a terrible person. I've gotten so thoroughly turned off/disillusioned by veterinarians, it's not even funny. I avoid them if I possibly, possibly can at all, and I probably ought to feel bad about that, but man. I'm just not that impressed with them (or most human health care providers, for that matter) any more.

*sigh*

[marthawells.livejournal.com]

*hugs*