Misadventures at 720nm

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Scout, oh Scout.

I feel like this post should be composed in cursive hand-writing on a sheet of paper otherwise decorated with cute little drawings of stars, unicorns and rainbows.

So.

Jessie pooped last night at about 2200 and has been in high-spirits ever since. There we were: Marissa, Caira, and I gathered eagerly and quietly around the little tray as Jess sniffed around in it, squatted and, yes, pooped.

(New) World Photography is proud to present an image which we boldly entitle: ZIPPY DOG IS ZIPPY

I’ve spoken to the doctor twice more and she is recommending that Jess undergo exploratory surgery at a cost of $2,500. I cannot think of any way to cover that amount. She needs surgery, but I can’t bring myself to go out and beg for more donations to cover that amount. The best that we can think of right now is to (somehow) pay the current balance due to Craig Road, collect Jess and take her to another veterinary surgeon in the city of Las Vegas who has more reasonable prices.

Fuck.

Mariah and I got home from photographing a (fun!) commitment ceremony last night to find Jess flopped out on the bedroom floor, panting, screeching in agony and otherwise doing her teeny-tiny best to break my heart. Mariah broke down. I sat down, searched Google and found a late-night veterinary service (these guys). So I bundled mine wife back into a car and rushed Jess halfway across town to the clinc, horn-a-blazin’, and discovered that she has what looks like a piece of one of Caira’s toys wedged in her in colon. The veterinarian did her ass-covering-best to avoid making a commitment on the cat’s chances of survival, but just from having worked with cats before with both Heaven Can Wait and at Ann Road Animal Hospital I’ll give her 50/50: If Jess passes the toy, she lives. If she doesn’t, she doesn’t.

So yeah, fuck.

Receiving the estimate ($610) of our final bill was a fuck-the-cost moment. I’d no less for any of my other pets (hereby defined as being Scout and Muffin). More than that, Jess is the giver and taker of Mariah’s love. The kitten fills a niche in my wife’s heart that neither I nor Caira can fill. Caira is adorably crazy, but her antics mostly just drive Mariah’s blood pressure up a few points while I, me, I’m the one who cannot give her the affection she craves.

Enough.

We all love little Jess to bits. The bill sucks because we simply don’t have a pot to piss in, but I’d take her to a vet again in a heartbeat.

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…really, truly sucks. Hard vacuum-sucks. Mariah and I returned home from Gia and Stacy’s commitment ceremony (if either of you happen upon this post, the photos came out great!) to find her kitten, Jess, lying on the ground outside our bedroom and screeching in agony. We bundled the cat into the car, rushed her to the vet and discovered that she has what appears to be a plastic toy suck in her colon.

She is going to survive, but I – we – cannot pay the bill. The bottom-end of the estimate is $610, which we simply cannot afford, and so I need your help, whomever you may be. I’m honestly begging that you go on over to the right-hand side, click on the widget and donate, however much or little you might be able to afford.

Please.