So, I've talked about my cat Lucy. Remember, the one who keeps throwing up. I have had Lucy since I was in high school. We go way back. Way back. Lucy is a beautiful cat; the color of a roasted marshmallow with blue eyes.
A few weeks ago, we decided to take him into the vet. It was hard because I assumed that they would tell us that he was sick and it would probably be better to have him put to sleep. That would be hard, but I don't want him to suffer. Turns out that he has a thyroid condition. It's totally treatable with medication. That costs $50. A month. $50. FIFTY DOLLARS!
Now, I actually feel worse. $50 is A LOT of money to spend on the cat each month for medication. Especially since it doesn't seem to be working. He threw up seven times last week. SEVEN TIMES! And every time I take him into the vet to check his thyroid, it's another $50. Of course, now if we have him put to sleep, it's because I'm too cheap to pay for the medication and vet visits. Which makes me feel like an even bigger schmuck than I did before when we talked about having putting him to sleep. I feel like I'm sending him to his execution.
And how can I do that to my kitty friend?
That picture is just for you, Kristina.