Ugh. Everything’s going to be okay, I guess.
First comes the horror that one’s baby is sick. Then comes the rush to the emergency room, in tears, sick to stomach with worry.
Briefly, they come tell you that with this, that, and all that, he’ll be fine.
And then comes the estimate, at which point you get sick to your stomach again.
I have to pick up the baby in the morning, take him to another vet for watching during the day, at which point I’m sure they’ll charge me another arm and a leg.
Olive Garden had a sign outside their restaraunt. Not only do they offer insurances galore to even part time workers, but they offer pet insurance. Can you imagine that? Pet insurance!
I wanna go work at Olive Garden. And I can’t wait until my baby is home again. Why didn’t someone tell me not to feed a male cat fish-based food???? Damnit. I woulda listened.