Flash, our naughty cat, was due for his annual checkup. So yesterday, I packed him unwillingly into his kitty crate and headed off to the vet's office, whistling a happy tune.
At the clinic, the handsome young vet, examined the frightened feline. He checked his eyes, ears and coat, but seemed to linger a little too long as he listened inside Flash's chest. Immediately my heart tumbled down into my stomach as a dreadful familiarity hijacked my happiness with one swift, heavy blow.
"It sounds like Flash has a heart murmur," the vet stated directly. "He will need to have some further testing to determine if it is a harmless condition or something structural that may require advanced medical intervention. I suggest he receive an ultra sound."
I must admit, at this point, I almost laughed out loud at the absurdity of my life but thought better of it since the gentle vet would probably question my pet caring capability, not to mention my mental stability.
The vet smiled compassionately. He cut immediately to the chase and told me it would cost around $350 to perform the test (not exactly chump change) He said it was not an emergency and we could certainly wait six months or so before performing the procedure.
At this point, I did not know whether to laugh or cry at my interesting predicament. It is clear that for some unforeseen reason my role as selfless family caregiver must continue at break neck speed with no reprieve possible. There is something more I need to learn.
But really.....I can't help but wonder......WTF?