I brought my cat, Pig to the vet recently because he had been howling like he was in pain. I suspected crystals in his bladder. Once I got him to the vet, my suspicions were confirmed. Crystals from his urine had built up in his bladder, preventing him from urinating. To relieve this, they tried to flush them out and inserted a catheter. The hope was that upon the removal of the catheter, he would begin normal urination again. This, however, was not the case. They removed the catheter only to find that he had blocked back up again. So, the solution to this now becomes surgery. The surgery will open up his urethra in order to allow him to pass the crystals. It has minimal risks and he will lead a happy normal life with it. Unfortunately, it comes with a pretty hefty price tag—$1000-$1500 (that is on top of the $500 bill we already have for the procedures they performed).
My mom and I aren’t very well off financially and this is going to be a pretty big stretch for us to pay for. I was really hoping that you guys could possibly help take some stress off of us by donating anything you can or feel comfortable donating. I would appreciate absolutely anything you could give.
We found Pig when he was about a week old and had been abandoned by his mother. We bottle fed him, loved him, and raised him. He is an important member of our family and we need him to be better. He is a sweet, sweet boy. I love him a lot and I really need some help.
Aaaah, I remember now why I’m doing this. Maybe it’s for exactly the wrong reason, but it feels so damn important (in the best way possible). I know this should have been done months ago. Overdue. Ever late. Overtimin’.
So, as usual, I am posting at the end of a story, rather than at its beginning. However, every ending is in it’s own essence another beginning, so take it as such.
I don’t listen to my head often enough in matters of the heart. ;P Even so, such matters escape me. So, I will ignore them, as best I can. Escapism as its finest: Work, and weekends. I suppose I need nothing more.
So, today is Monday. I am at work again, and on lunch break. I am drinking a juice at the moment, though that is inconsequential. I find myself rather lacking in terms of chemical goodness today; that is, I’m not sure if I’m awake, or if I want to be.
It is surprising to me how little some people to relate to certain attributes, and how much others can. I find it difficult to take or possess control. Others, however, find it difficult to surrended or be without control. I feel exploring this would do me much good.
So, it is day three of my juice fast. I say day three, though the third full 24-hour period will be over in about ten minutes. The last time I ate food was Monday, at lunch. I weighed 290 pounds then, at 6’7”.
The hunger isn’t a problem; its minimal. Though I do miss eating. I was a bored eater; an ‘eat til the bag is gone’ eater. Getting away from the habit is the truly difficult aspect of this process.
Also, I look forward to the juice. :) It is made of six kale leaves, a cucumber, four long celery stalks, a large handful of cranberries, half a lemon, an apple, and a carrot. Oh, and about an inch-long cut of ginger root for flavor, which makes a great difference. It is very healthy, and very tasty.