Fuck.
The Gray Cat is in acute kidney failure right now.
Even with aggressive treatment, her prognosis is very very bad.
Treatment is going to cost, on the low end, about $600. In addition to the $250 we've already spent for the diagnosis. It could go as high as $1200.
I hate doing a cost-benefit analysis like this. Even if she recovers, her kidneys won't ever be the same. We might be able to make her "comfortable," (for a certain value of comfortable) but she won't ever be "well" again.
But not trying doesn't sit well with me either.
FUCK.
Why the hell does this stuff always happen when the Hubby's not home?
Even with aggressive treatment, her prognosis is very very bad.
Treatment is going to cost, on the low end, about $600. In addition to the $250 we've already spent for the diagnosis. It could go as high as $1200.
I hate doing a cost-benefit analysis like this. Even if she recovers, her kidneys won't ever be the same. We might be able to make her "comfortable," (for a certain value of comfortable) but she won't ever be "well" again.
But not trying doesn't sit well with me either.
FUCK.
Why the hell does this stuff always happen when the Hubby's not home?