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Last night our cat Nova went into labor.
I know it's my fault and my responsibility.
I feel like I have to tell you that we don't let our cats out. Not that it makes it any less my fault but I really had good intentions. We've had cats for 18 years, very few problems ever. Our other cats are fixed. We kept meaning to get Nova done too but it's been endless money problems. She was being neglected so we took her home with us when someone offered her or they were going to "drop her off somewhere". At the time things were better and I thought we were saving her. Then life came crashing down, like it does, and before long we were living in unexpected poverty for a few years. And I mean poverty. A family of four on $16k a year, due to job loss.
After a year we went through our savings and were living off my disability. My partner, J, took a few temp jobs to keep us from starving but it wasn't enough to make ends meet. We temporarily received food stamps, then he finally found semi-decent work in August. J's an electrician but we live in such a small place I don't know how people afford to live with so few low paying jobs, of course that goes for the rest of the world. We discussed surrendering our pets to better homes, our local shelter wouldn't take them and I emailed all the no-kill places I could find. I lost hope when I saw all the loving furry faces on Petfinder. How would anyone take our pets when so many others also needed homes? We did the best we could and kept believing it would get better, and when J finally found something in his field we were relieved, if only slightly.
That was August and I only just started to get things back together and pay off all our bills. We don't have our heads above water but we just make it check to check for now. We had been using credit cards to buy bare minimum groceries, almost lost our electricity, I broke a tooth that my insurance wouldn't cover a year ago so it is still broken and hurts like hell, that sort of thing. Now we are paying all the credit cards off. A few more months of him not earning enough we probably would have lost a lot more.
Anyway, Nova got pregnant and once we realized it we decided to have her fixed right after, and keep and care for her kittens. We couldn't terminate them. We had just lost 2 elderly cats, a few months apart. More cats wasn't what we planned but we screwed up and thought we would be able to handle it. That didn't work out.
She lost fluid, which ended up being the sacs breaking. A baby was breeched, dead, partly exposed while stuck in the birth canal. We tried to remove it gently. It ended horribly.
Being nearly midnight when all this happened J rushed her to the emergency vet. It's 40 miles away. After he paid the $250 just to be seen they told him it would cost $3000-$4000 for an emergency c-section. He was shocked and horrified. We both were.
They went ahead and did x-rays and an ultrasound and gave her medicine to try and induce labor, which came to another $450. We initially had $900 available on our insurance with $40 in our checking account. We just didn't have the extra money for the c-section. I don't understand why they wanted so much. He explained we didn't have the money, he asked for options.
We have taken our pets there before, our dog, Bella, had a strange cyst that just appeared in a matter of hours late one night last year, that ended up costing us $1600 on two visits (twice because the local vet wouldn't see her since she was treated for it elsewhere). I thought we could make a payment plan, but they wouldn't accept. I thought if we had to give her up, so they could save her and then give her a new home, but they wouldn't do that either. Our options were to let Nova die painfully or put her down. That was it.
I don't have anything of value to sell, let alone in the middle of the night. I just didn't have enough money, not even close, and I feel like a horrible person and a total failure. Our two children both have autism, so do I (It was undiagnosed for most of my life. When I found out, I had a tubal litigation. I also have PTSD and severe social anxiety). This morning, as we expected the kids took loosing Nova really hard. She wasn't old, almost 4 years, so it was a much bigger shock then when our other cats passed. My son was up all night crying. He didn't go to sleep until nearly 6AM. He knew his dad had taken Nova to the vet and he couldn't sleep until he found out. It was a tough night all around.
I try to be responsible but I failed, and my cat died because I am poor.
Now I am sitting here wondering, should we have gone somewhere else? Would Nova have held out long enough and we could have taken her from the emergency vet to see a local vet in the morning that would have helped her? I couldn't think of these things at the time, the way the vet talked to J was so shocking and final.
I know it's all pointless now, after she is gone, still I can't help it. I feel like someone poured concrete through my entire insides. I feel like I murdered her and all she did was love me. I tried to save her but it wasn't enough. I didn't try hard enough. I don't own any jewelry, I would have given it in exchange. I just... feel so helpless. I'm not angry. I understand it's all my fault. Now I am afraid for my other pets. I don't want to be the reason for their deaths, too. I looked up prices of emergency c-section for cats and felt so disgusted at how much they were charging. It seems so cruel. I brought her there trying to save her and that is what I was confronted with, an over-priced c-section. I lost my cat companion, over money, ugly, greedy, money.
I have lost more faith in people over this, so much more.
This is just a small piece of my life, a sliver of my story. I know many people are struggling and suffering, much more than I can even comprehend. I just really needed to get that out and be heard.
I'm so sorry, Nova.
I know it's my fault and my responsibility.
I feel like I have to tell you that we don't let our cats out. Not that it makes it any less my fault but I really had good intentions. We've had cats for 18 years, very few problems ever. Our other cats are fixed. We kept meaning to get Nova done too but it's been endless money problems. She was being neglected so we took her home with us when someone offered her or they were going to "drop her off somewhere". At the time things were better and I thought we were saving her. Then life came crashing down, like it does, and before long we were living in unexpected poverty for a few years. And I mean poverty. A family of four on $16k a year, due to job loss.
After a year we went through our savings and were living off my disability. My partner, J, took a few temp jobs to keep us from starving but it wasn't enough to make ends meet. We temporarily received food stamps, then he finally found semi-decent work in August. J's an electrician but we live in such a small place I don't know how people afford to live with so few low paying jobs, of course that goes for the rest of the world. We discussed surrendering our pets to better homes, our local shelter wouldn't take them and I emailed all the no-kill places I could find. I lost hope when I saw all the loving furry faces on Petfinder. How would anyone take our pets when so many others also needed homes? We did the best we could and kept believing it would get better, and when J finally found something in his field we were relieved, if only slightly.
That was August and I only just started to get things back together and pay off all our bills. We don't have our heads above water but we just make it check to check for now. We had been using credit cards to buy bare minimum groceries, almost lost our electricity, I broke a tooth that my insurance wouldn't cover a year ago so it is still broken and hurts like hell, that sort of thing. Now we are paying all the credit cards off. A few more months of him not earning enough we probably would have lost a lot more.
Anyway, Nova got pregnant and once we realized it we decided to have her fixed right after, and keep and care for her kittens. We couldn't terminate them. We had just lost 2 elderly cats, a few months apart. More cats wasn't what we planned but we screwed up and thought we would be able to handle it. That didn't work out.
She lost fluid, which ended up being the sacs breaking. A baby was breeched, dead, partly exposed while stuck in the birth canal. We tried to remove it gently. It ended horribly.
Being nearly midnight when all this happened J rushed her to the emergency vet. It's 40 miles away. After he paid the $250 just to be seen they told him it would cost $3000-$4000 for an emergency c-section. He was shocked and horrified. We both were.
They went ahead and did x-rays and an ultrasound and gave her medicine to try and induce labor, which came to another $450. We initially had $900 available on our insurance with $40 in our checking account. We just didn't have the extra money for the c-section. I don't understand why they wanted so much. He explained we didn't have the money, he asked for options.
We have taken our pets there before, our dog, Bella, had a strange cyst that just appeared in a matter of hours late one night last year, that ended up costing us $1600 on two visits (twice because the local vet wouldn't see her since she was treated for it elsewhere). I thought we could make a payment plan, but they wouldn't accept. I thought if we had to give her up, so they could save her and then give her a new home, but they wouldn't do that either. Our options were to let Nova die painfully or put her down. That was it.
I don't have anything of value to sell, let alone in the middle of the night. I just didn't have enough money, not even close, and I feel like a horrible person and a total failure. Our two children both have autism, so do I (It was undiagnosed for most of my life. When I found out, I had a tubal litigation. I also have PTSD and severe social anxiety). This morning, as we expected the kids took loosing Nova really hard. She wasn't old, almost 4 years, so it was a much bigger shock then when our other cats passed. My son was up all night crying. He didn't go to sleep until nearly 6AM. He knew his dad had taken Nova to the vet and he couldn't sleep until he found out. It was a tough night all around.
I try to be responsible but I failed, and my cat died because I am poor.
Now I am sitting here wondering, should we have gone somewhere else? Would Nova have held out long enough and we could have taken her from the emergency vet to see a local vet in the morning that would have helped her? I couldn't think of these things at the time, the way the vet talked to J was so shocking and final.
I know it's all pointless now, after she is gone, still I can't help it. I feel like someone poured concrete through my entire insides. I feel like I murdered her and all she did was love me. I tried to save her but it wasn't enough. I didn't try hard enough. I don't own any jewelry, I would have given it in exchange. I just... feel so helpless. I'm not angry. I understand it's all my fault. Now I am afraid for my other pets. I don't want to be the reason for their deaths, too. I looked up prices of emergency c-section for cats and felt so disgusted at how much they were charging. It seems so cruel. I brought her there trying to save her and that is what I was confronted with, an over-priced c-section. I lost my cat companion, over money, ugly, greedy, money.
I have lost more faith in people over this, so much more.
This is just a small piece of my life, a sliver of my story. I know many people are struggling and suffering, much more than I can even comprehend. I just really needed to get that out and be heard.
I'm so sorry, Nova.