We’ve been saving up to do some stuff around the house, like paint it. Or remove the giant, half-dead Oregon Ash looming hundreds of feet over our roof in the backyard. Or redoing our kitchen. But instead, we’ve spent all of our money attempting to save Chester.
He’s a barfer. What cat isn’t right? But he hasn’t been able to keep any food down for the past week. He’s waking up in the middle of the night to puke up yellow and pink bile, and he’s very stressed out. He wants to eat, he’s so hungry. But can’t keep anything down.
So he’s spent a few days in the hospital getting fluids pumped into him at $300 a day, and finally today we pulled the trigger on exploratory surgery to make sure the cat isn’t blocked up with a mega furball (or worse, fly tying materials). And they found nothing.
At this point, I’m estimating I’ve spent 5% of my pre-tax annual income on the cat. He’s spending the night in the hospital, hooked up to an IV and taking anti-nausea drugs. Hopefully it’ll go away on its own. Say a prayer to whatever cat-loving god you believe in for Chester, because I don’t know how much more of this I’m going to be able to take before I let him either puke himself to death on our kitchen floor or put him down.
See evidence below on why this might be worth it: