From my huge vet bill last year, I had all of $130 left to pay on it. I paid for Dylan's eye ointment and his old-cat blood and urine tests.
Then came Taylor.
I'm so annoyed because I should have figured this out myself. She's all plugged up again and not very happy about it. It won't be long before she's extremely unhappy about it. I wish I had noticed. A can of pumpkin puree and all would have been well. But no. I didn't notice until she was extra grumpy and by then, it requires a professional to deal with it.
She'll be staying at the vet's for awhile - either this afternoon or tomorrow morning.
I was so stressed out that I had to go straight to the German bakery and get a dulce tres leches pastel. I felt much better.
But now I'm still a little said, a little stressed, and Karen is on her way. She recently won a trip to a big resort, all expenses paid for two. Yes, I briefly harbored a hope. But no, she chose her aunt. Bummer. I am a wee bit disappointed but then again, it is hard for me to remember that she has oodles of family in California and Kansas.
I think...I think I'm going to knock myself out and go back to bed.
And hope Dylan will join me.
Pffft.
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