SqueakMasterFlash

My bf's cat Squeaky was hit by a car last night. Awwww, Squeaks! When T took Squeaky to the animal hospital, x-rays revealed a completely fractured palate (ouch) and multiple fractures in his jaw, but no brain damage and no other injuries. Recovery from surgery: 6-8 weeks while being fed through a tube. We spent a harrowing time period deciding whether Squeaky's potential quality of life was going to be worth the $2k+ vet bill that no one can afford. It was excruciating. Teetering on the side of euthanasia...the vet offered another option for $600. I want to know why this option was not offered up in the first place, because now T is understandably, yet somewhat irrationally guilty about even considering ending The Squeaks' life. I mean, if this cat can survive a car crash with no brain damage, he deserves to stick around, if for nothing else but bragging rights in all those future cat chat circles.

Back at the ranch...neither of us slept for our thoughts of poor Squeaky...there all alone and hurt in the animal hospital. It was a long, restless night. We went to pick him up at 6:00am and received the detailed instructions for his care. He has a long road ahead of him, but he's going to be okay. This is a pretty amazing outcome in my mind after all of the other possibilities floating around last night. I'm glad poor Squeaker will still be around to covet my Cheetohs and give me the sexy eyes. And I have to admit my fascination and respect for my bf's true Buddhist nature. Any man who agonizes for hours over saving the life of his cat to the tune of 2 grand...and most decidedly not his favorite cat at that, has a heart worth inspecting very closely.