My cat needs your help

Tuesday is at the emergency animal hospital. She had what seems to have been an unexpected, severe, life-threatening asthma attack this morning. She was having trouble breathing, gasping for breath, choking and struggling. She was limp and listless when we picked her up, moaning quietly as she tried to breathe.
We had suspected asthma since she was a young kitten, but we always assumed it was hairballs, since she never coughed anything up and always swallowed. It wasn't hairballs.
She may wind up being on medication all her life -- if she pulls through.
Adam was supposed to go to Georgia today, but he will be going tomorrow. Thank gods he was here.
Around six this evening, we will call the vet and find out how Tuesday is doing. Hopefully we can pick her up at midnight. If not, I will get someone to drive me in tomorrow morning after Adam leaves. He will be back in a week. But then he will have to go to Florida.
I'm just scared.

Hopefully Tuesday will be okay. I will ban smoking from my house completely. I will vacuum as much as possible. I will do whatever it takes. But we are hurting financially now, too.
We just dropped four hundred dollars and counting; probably at least three hundred more when we pick her up. We have mounting bills. I just spent three hundred dollars to keep our cable from being disconnected. We will have a two hundred dollar electric and gas bill. We will swing by, barely.
So I need your help. Please. There is a PayPal donation button in my userinfo. If you can contribute anything, please do so.
Please help pay for my cat...

My cat needs your help

Tuesday is at the emergency animal hospital. She had what seems to have been an unexpected, severe, life-threatening asthma attack this morning. She was having trouble breathing, gasping for breath, choking and struggling. She was limp and listless when we picked her up, moaning quietly as she tried to breathe.
We had suspected asthma since she was a young kitten, but we always assumed it was hairballs, since she never coughed anything up and always swallowed. It wasn't hairballs.
She may wind up being on medication all her life -- if she pulls through.
Adam was supposed to go to Georgia today, but he will be going tomorrow. Thank gods he was here.
Around six this evening, we will call the vet and find out how Tuesday is doing. Hopefully we can pick her up at midnight. If not, I will get someone to drive me in tomorrow morning after Adam leaves. He will be back in a week. But then he will have to go to Florida.
I'm just scared.

Hopefully Tuesday will be okay. I will ban smoking from my house completely. I will vacuum as much as possible. I will do whatever it takes. But we are hurting financially now, too.
We just dropped four hundred dollars and counting; probably at least three hundred more when we pick her up. We have mounting bills. I just spent three hundred dollars to keep our cable from being disconnected. We will have a two hundred dollar electric and gas bill. We will swing by, barely.
So I need your help. Please. There is a PayPal donation button in my userinfo. If you can contribute anything, please do so.
Please help pay for my cat...

My cat needs your help

Tuesday is at the emergency animal hospital. She had what seems to have been an unexpected, severe, life-threatening asthma attack this morning. She was having trouble breathing, gasping for breath, choking and struggling. She was limp and listless when we picked her up, moaning quietly as she tried to breathe.
We had suspected asthma since she was a young kitten, but we always assumed it was hairballs, since she never coughed anything up and always swallowed. It wasn't hairballs.
She may wind up being on medication all her life -- if she pulls through.
Adam was supposed to go to Georgia today, but he will be going tomorrow. Thank gods he was here.
Around six this evening, we will call the vet and find out how Tuesday is doing. Hopefully we can pick her up at midnight. If not, I will get someone to drive me in tomorrow morning after Adam leaves. He will be back in a week. But then he will have to go to Florida.
I'm just scared.

Hopefully Tuesday will be okay. I will ban smoking from my house completely. I will vacuum as much as possible. I will do whatever it takes. But we are hurting financially now, too.
We just dropped four hundred dollars and counting; probably at least three hundred more when we pick her up. We have mounting bills. I just spent three hundred dollars to keep our cable from being disconnected. We will have a two hundred dollar electric and gas bill. We will swing by, barely.
So I need your help. Please. There is a PayPal donation button in my userinfo. If you can contribute anything, please do so.
Please help pay for my cat...

She's worse

I just checked with the veterinarian. Tuesday has gotten worse. They'll be keeping her overnight. The doctor is still not sure if this is actually asthma, especially with the intense reaction. Another suggestion was that a blood clot had traveled into her lungs. If so...
If so.
They are giving her more and more oxygen, more medication. But she's not getting better.
I can't... I can't think right now...

We only have so much money, even with the generous donations and the rent money from the housemates. We have to pay the house bills. The doctor is going to call me back and let me know exactly where we are at with the bill right now. We are going to have to pay the whole thing up front when we go to pick her up. But if it becomes too expensive... if we cannot afford it... I don't know what we're going to do, I don't know, I don't know. We may... just have to... let her go.
I can't. She's my baby.
I have to think. Feeling hurts.
Think.
We need to be realistic. I'm praying so hard, but there is only so much...

Oh gods, let my cat be okay, let her be okay. She's only two years old. I'm not ready to lose her.

She's worse

I just checked with the veterinarian. Tuesday has gotten worse. They'll be keeping her overnight. The doctor is still not sure if this is actually asthma, especially with the intense reaction. Another suggestion was that a blood clot had traveled into her lungs. If so...
If so.
They are giving her more and more oxygen, more medication. But she's not getting better.
I can't... I can't think right now...

We only have so much money, even with the generous donations and the rent money from the housemates. We have to pay the house bills. The doctor is going to call me back and let me know exactly where we are at with the bill right now. We are going to have to pay the whole thing up front when we go to pick her up. But if it becomes too expensive... if we cannot afford it... I don't know what we're going to do, I don't know, I don't know. We may... just have to... let her go.
I can't. She's my baby.
I have to think. Feeling hurts.
Think.
We need to be realistic. I'm praying so hard, but there is only so much...

Oh gods, let my cat be okay, let her be okay. She's only two years old. I'm not ready to lose her.

She's worse

I just checked with the veterinarian. Tuesday has gotten worse. They'll be keeping her overnight. The doctor is still not sure if this is actually asthma, especially with the intense reaction. Another suggestion was that a blood clot had traveled into her lungs. If so...
If so.
They are giving her more and more oxygen, more medication. But she's not getting better.
I can't... I can't think right now...

We only have so much money, even with the generous donations and the rent money from the housemates. We have to pay the house bills. The doctor is going to call me back and let me know exactly where we are at with the bill right now. We are going to have to pay the whole thing up front when we go to pick her up. But if it becomes too expensive... if we cannot afford it... I don't know what we're going to do, I don't know, I don't know. We may... just have to... let her go.
I can't. She's my baby.
I have to think. Feeling hurts.
Think.
We need to be realistic. I'm praying so hard, but there is only so much...

Oh gods, let my cat be okay, let her be okay. She's only two years old. I'm not ready to lose her.

Breathe. Breathe.

Adam and I decided to go visit Tuesday and say good night, since Adam has to leave very early tomorrow morning. The doctor took us into the big room and led us to the oxygen chamber, which was on at full capacity. Tuesday was sitting comfortably, watching us. When Adam opened the little circular door and reached for her, she stood up, stretched, and rubbed against his hand. The vet was very pleased about that. I got my turn to pet Tuesday, and then she hissed at us, swatted at Adam's hand and gave him a scratch, and let us know that she was unhappy but at least glad that Dad and Mom came to see her.
On the way home, we had The Talk. Adam wanted to know what I would do if, come Sunday night, Tuesday was not better. Would I take her home and let her die in my arms? Would I let them put her down at the clinic? It made me cry hysterically. Adam says that if it were up to him, he would bring Tuesday home and, if she died, bury her in the yard. But, he says, I am not him. He says I need to do what I feel I'd be able to handle. Could I honestly deal with having my cat pass away in the house? Could I bring myself to watch her die in a clinic where she does not understand, where she is not very comfortable? Home would be comfortable and safe, she'd know where she'd be. But would I be able to deal with the incredible emotional shock, grief, and responsibility of that? Adam says that if it comes to that, my heart will tell me what is right. I should just listen to my heart. But what if it is not the right answer? What if I make the wrong choice? Could I live with that on my conscience?
And why am I thinking about this now?
She might pull through. She might be just fine.
All I can do is think about what is Now.
Now, she is doing okay, with full oxygen. The clinic will call if anything goes wrong. It is a 24-hour place. All I can do is wait. All we can do is wait.
I miss my kitten.

Breathe. Breathe.

Adam and I decided to go visit Tuesday and say good night, since Adam has to leave very early tomorrow morning. The doctor took us into the big room and led us to the oxygen chamber, which was on at full capacity. Tuesday was sitting comfortably, watching us. When Adam opened the little circular door and reached for her, she stood up, stretched, and rubbed against his hand. The vet was very pleased about that. I got my turn to pet Tuesday, and then she hissed at us, swatted at Adam's hand and gave him a scratch, and let us know that she was unhappy but at least glad that Dad and Mom came to see her.
On the way home, we had The Talk. Adam wanted to know what I would do if, come Sunday night, Tuesday was not better. Would I take her home and let her die in my arms? Would I let them put her down at the clinic? It made me cry hysterically. Adam says that if it were up to him, he would bring Tuesday home and, if she died, bury her in the yard. But, he says, I am not him. He says I need to do what I feel I'd be able to handle. Could I honestly deal with having my cat pass away in the house? Could I bring myself to watch her die in a clinic where she does not understand, where she is not very comfortable? Home would be comfortable and safe, she'd know where she'd be. But would I be able to deal with the incredible emotional shock, grief, and responsibility of that? Adam says that if it comes to that, my heart will tell me what is right. I should just listen to my heart. But what if it is not the right answer? What if I make the wrong choice? Could I live with that on my conscience?
And why am I thinking about this now?
She might pull through. She might be just fine.
All I can do is think about what is Now.
Now, she is doing okay, with full oxygen. The clinic will call if anything goes wrong. It is a 24-hour place. All I can do is wait. All we can do is wait.
I miss my kitten.

Breathe. Breathe.

Adam and I decided to go visit Tuesday and say good night, since Adam has to leave very early tomorrow morning. The doctor took us into the big room and led us to the oxygen chamber, which was on at full capacity. Tuesday was sitting comfortably, watching us. When Adam opened the little circular door and reached for her, she stood up, stretched, and rubbed against his hand. The vet was very pleased about that. I got my turn to pet Tuesday, and then she hissed at us, swatted at Adam's hand and gave him a scratch, and let us know that she was unhappy but at least glad that Dad and Mom came to see her.
On the way home, we had The Talk. Adam wanted to know what I would do if, come Sunday night, Tuesday was not better. Would I take her home and let her die in my arms? Would I let them put her down at the clinic? It made me cry hysterically. Adam says that if it were up to him, he would bring Tuesday home and, if she died, bury her in the yard. But, he says, I am not him. He says I need to do what I feel I'd be able to handle. Could I honestly deal with having my cat pass away in the house? Could I bring myself to watch her die in a clinic where she does not understand, where she is not very comfortable? Home would be comfortable and safe, she'd know where she'd be. But would I be able to deal with the incredible emotional shock, grief, and responsibility of that? Adam says that if it comes to that, my heart will tell me what is right. I should just listen to my heart. But what if it is not the right answer? What if I make the wrong choice? Could I live with that on my conscience?
And why am I thinking about this now?
She might pull through. She might be just fine.
All I can do is think about what is Now.
Now, she is doing okay, with full oxygen. The clinic will call if anything goes wrong. It is a 24-hour place. All I can do is wait. All we can do is wait.
I miss my kitten.