Today I am feeling stressed. My cat, who was originally diagnosed with diabetes last August, who went into remission spectacularly in December, now is back in diabetic mode. I went through a lot with him last fall. Vet visits one to two times a week for several months. Money spent - more than we made - and he was never regulated. He was diagnosed with cushing's disease, then acromegaly, then pancreatitis. And I have never been so angry and disillusioned at the incompetence thousands of dollars pays for.
And here I am again. Fearful, angry, and sadly, resigned to my fate. I am imagining months of vet visits with my 2 year old in tow.
His first word, last August, was Chester.