I managed to get Marmalade into the vet's this morning. The good news is that he doesn't have Parvo or feline leukemia. The bad news is that his teeth are rotting in his gums, and tomorrow morning he has to have surgery to remove most of them.
It's expensive, but the vet was kind enough to cut me a deal by shaving off around four hundred dollars from the bill, doing her bit to help this guy. I went to the vet's after work to check on him, and apparently he's been the star there all day. He is so very, very gentle, and so good as they worked on him.
The assistant brought him out to me wrapped in a towel after his bath, and I didn't recognize him at first. He was clean! Most of his matts were gone, and his coat just looked gorgeous after a shampoo and comb. So he's there tonight, surgery tomorrow morning, and maybe a night on the IVs before he can come home.
The vet thinks he's around ten, which is a few years off my estimation. So, hopefully, he'll have a few good years. Once those teeth are out, his pain will be lessened, and I just pray things work out for him.
So wherever you are tomorrow morning, please say a prayer for this little hero as he undergoes surgery. Me? I'll be eating my intestines with worry, because that's what fools and fathers do.
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Know that all fingers and toes are crossed, and all crucifixes lightly kissed and doused with hold water.
Good luck! Saint Gertrude of Nivelles smiles upon you all.
The patron saint of cats? Nice.
Thanks, CL.
Next time we go out, you can drink your bodyweight in wine and beer on my tab. You are a good man to go to bat for this cat. Most people would have balked at the dental bill, but you, you have filled the karmic meter on your side. Perhaps now would be a good time to buy a lottery ticket. I will appeal to the ghosts of Asimov, Sagan to smile upon your cat.
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