Mango Jerry was born 2 days before I broke my foot last year. He came into my life when he was only 6 weeks old, just a little orange ball of fluff. He and Jitterbug (the 106 lb Otterhound) became best buddies at first sight.
Now, just a year and a half later, he's been fighting for his life after coming down with ideopathic cystitis. That's one of the urinary tract diseases male cats can develop. Serious in females, it's life-threatening for males.
Mango is at the extreme young end of the scale for developing it. Young is 2, he's only a year and a half. By the time I got him to the vet he was just barely able to walk. They sedated him, inserted a catheter and drew off 65 ml of fluid. Apparently that's a lot. Aside from the catheter he was also on IV for fluids plus medication for pain, spasms and anxiety. He stayed for 3 days and then we brought him home, on Tuesday.
He certainly looked a lot better, but we couldn't get him to eat or drink. He does not like their prescription diet. We kept him shut in the powder room with his own litter box and his bed so we could monitor use of the box and so no one could steal his food. Unfortunately, he wouldn't eat or drink, so back to the vet on Thursday.
They re-hydrated him, relieved his bladder (don't ask) and just before we picked him up he coughed up a giant hairball. Cats are just the most charming creatures.....
He his back home now, and seems to be on the road to recovery. He takes his medication pretty well. He is eating, and, I assume, drinking, relieving himself and resting. Nobody messes with him. The other cats avoid him like he has the plague or something, maybe the medicine is making him smell different. He does have accidents right now, though, so doesn't smell all that good to me either. The dogs just want to steal his food.
Now, the bill, and thus the topic of this blog. Before the Thursday visit, his bill was $1,300......
We are the keepers of our animals. They become family members, and even though he's "just a cat", I sobbed on the way to the vet last Saturday when I thought he was going to have to be put down. I sure knew he wasn't coming back home with me that day. Luckily the vet has a payment plan, so we got groceries this week.