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Keywords: angst, cat
  • When upset, I misinterpret innocent things. There are two people, Ry4n and HavenMaster (Ben G) to whom I'd like to apologise for this.
  • Life is too short. I was thinking in terms of money, when I should have been thinking in terms of time. Life isn't about money. It's all about experiences.
  • Everest is a very young cat. At the absolute minimum, especially considering he's a housecat specifically (never goes outside), he would live for another ten years after this -- and most likely for another twelve to fifteen. Two months is one sixtieth of that minimum. What's a better trade: ten years of knowing that I've lost someone I held dear -- for instance, I still think of Perdy all the time, even despite owning Everest -- or two months of just a little more hardship? I don't even need to explain that further.
I brought him to the Emergency Clinic. He's undergoing the same treatment as last time: sedative to render him suitable for operation (though he's a pretty darned tolerant cat anyway), urethral catheter to drain the bladder, sterile fluid flush to eliminate any crystals therein, antibiotics to prevent infection, anti-spasmodic to ease the cramps, and analgesia to relieve the pain.

Estimated cost: $630 - $770. Down payment of $500, balance payable tomorrow (I have more than enough funds in my account).

Is it worth it? I don't need to explain that further either.
That's good to hear. I hope the operation goes well.
Yay :)
When upset, I misinterpret innocent things. There are two people, Ry4n and HavenMaster (Ben G) to whom I'd like to apologise for this.

Are you talking about way-back-when? Nah, don't worry about it. Some of my comments were really inappropriate. I hope all ends up well with Everest.
When upset, I misinterpret innocent things. There are two people, Ry4n and HavenMaster (Ben G) to whom I'd like to apologise for this.

Don't worry about it. :) If I'd double check my typing then I wouldn't have left out a word. It was my bad, think nothing of it.

_Ryan
Follow-up: He's recovering well. I caught it fairly early because I knew what to look for. He was swollen pretty bad, so he hadn't gone in a couple days, but he was energetic all the way through, and it was only when I noticed he started to get listless.

We just started him on a new type of diet, so we figured that when he vomited yesterday it wasn't a sign of blockage; however, we knew for a fact that it was one of the symptoms, so when he showed a few more symptoms, and then became obviously unable to go, we hauled his ass right in.

I'm glad I did.

(Also, he didn't need aggressive treatment, so it was "only" $630.)
Follow-up follow-up: He's doing great. They're waiting for a blood test result to come back in, but for the most part he's looking really good. I'll probably get to take him home tomorrow. Saturday at the very latest.
Everest is home -- we took him home last night, actually, but I was too busy to make a post (for obvious reasons).

He's doing superbly. He's cheerful and — above all else — extremely grateful.

The vet's hospitalisation and examination was another $370 on top of the emergency clinic's fees. That was a bit more than I expected (I ballparked in the $250 range). I could have afforded it myself, but my mom generously offered to pay for it, since she's rather proud of me at the moment.