But about eleven years ago someone dropped off a weeks-old kitten at my apartment, and after a series of events she ended up staying. Miss Virginia has been with me through a lot... a fire, divorce, lots of moves, changes in career, etc... While we have had our moments, she has been a constant in my life and she is undeniably cute and cuddly.
Last night she hurt herself pretty badly. We have been to the kitty ER last night and to the vet this morning. They believe she has torn ALL of the ligaments in her knee (ACL, PCL, and laterals). She is in so much pain. She hasn't moved from her spot underneath the bookcase or uttered a sound since we came home from the vet this morning.
We're supposed to meet with an orthopedic surgeon this week to talk about our options. I don't know that she is a candidate for surgery. I do know that I am not a candidate for her surgery. The (overwhelmingly large by estimate) expense is not one that I can take on right now given my adoption expenses and the unknowns of Little B's homecoming and potential medical expenses.
I hate this. I hate that she is in so much pain and that there is nothing I can do for her. And that there could be a solution that I would have to decline due to money.
You animal lovers out there can sympathize with this dilemma... the rest of you probably don't get it at all. But, trust me. It's horrible.
For now, I will keep giving her tastes of peanut butter... her all-time favorite thing.
