Helpless And Uselesss
Sad. Helpless. Unable to do a damn thing for my cat, and he is in some sort of great distress. We think he may have eaten somehing, but don't know what. He has thrown up everything in the world, and now is just crying. He's crying so damn pitiously that it hurts, because we have no money, esp for X-rays. And you would need those, likely. Also no money for any kind of treatement. So if it's going to kill him, then we will be here and watch him die and we will hate ourselves.
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|shiloh (126.96.36.199) -- Saturday, August 4 2018, 11:43 pm|
got him to a vet the next morning, all is well - he got a couple shots, some meds, vet gave him a clean bill of health afterward, with instructions on what to do if it happened again. God is good. God does answer prayers. ~peace...
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