We had to take our 2 year old male gray fatty tabby, Theodore, in to the emergency clinic last night for what turned out to be (suspected by me after running through every possible scenario for a cat vomiting, rabid heart/respirations, painful tummy palpation) a urinary/urethra blockage. He was miserable and there was simply no way with my work that I could have waited until late this afternoon to try to get him in with my regular vet. Heck, if you call with an “emergency/urgent care” issue, they simply refer you to the big clinic in the city anyway. I get that staffing a state of the art clinic 24/7 is expensive and creates a convenience for pet owners. But $2700 for a day and a half there?! Yikes. No surgery, just catheterization, pain meds and supportive care. Is that normal?? This is our first with a case like this (we did take a cat in for swallowing a string and it was no where near this expensive–same clinic, he had xrays, fluids, etc. was there a day, cost 1/3 of this).
Anyway, a bit of a vent and a plea for jingles for my sweet Fatty McFatterson Theo Catty. His brother, Simon, is moping around meowing for him this morning. Good thing I just sold my truck–just enough extra (ha!) money to cover this.