So, I went and got her from the vet and took her to the emergency vet, where she can spend the night supervised. The situation is pretty dire. Her heart is pumping very fast but her gums are white, which is an indication that she’s not getting enough oxygen to her organs. So, something is wrong. And occassionally, she has a very wet cough, though her lungs otherwise sound clear.
In matters of the heart, apparently, things can go very bad very quickly. They will do what they can to make sure that she’s not in pain and they have some stuff they can do for her to help oxygenate her blood (some shots and putting her in a pure oxygen tent). But if her heart fails, I told them not to revive her again.
And then I cried like a big baby, in front of the vet, but she said I was doing the right thing.
So, I don’t know what will happen and I don’t know, even if she makes it through the night, if she’s got a chance long term.
And I can’t even begin to tell you how much money this is. It’s so much money. It’s so much money. I almost get dizzy when I think about it. And to think that, at the end of spending all that money, I might just have a cat carcass? It makes me want to throw up.
And I have to tell you, I don’t know how I will do this with Mrs. Wigglebottom when her time comes. I think I will just break in two.