Man's Best Money Pit

I asked Mr. Cob to check and make sure our Health Savings Account couldn't be used for our pets.  They're our dependants, right?  So I think we should be able to use that money for their vet bills.  It makes sense to me.

 

These pets are ruining our financial well-being this month.  Wrigley's breakdown: 2 nights at the Emergency Vet followed by 2 nights at the regular vet.  6-8 x-rays.  IV fluids.  3 antibiotics.  And an ULTRASOUND.  Are you kidding me?  And they never could conclusively pinpoint the source of her bowel explosions.  Pancreatitis was the diagnosis.  The cost: roughly 4 months of Lukas' daycare tuition.  Or two mortgage payments.  Or the entire principal amount of our smallest student loan.  Or a year's worth of our car payments.  Or a nice vacation.  You get the point.  But she's part of our family, so there was really no option.  We had to do everything to make sure she didn't die.  Because the first vet was pretty sure that's where we were headed.  Luckily, thousands of dollars later and modern veterinary medicine, our girl is fine and back to her normal self.

 

But apparently the cat was feeling left our.  She must've been jealous of Wrigley's time at the vet.  So beginning last Monday she went on a litter box strike.  Leaving little presents in the living room and urinating in the corner of Lukas room. It's awesome.  Really.  So she got her way and off to the vet we went.  $219 later I was told that she might have a UTI.  She might be in pain from a tooth cavity that will need to be removed at some point.  She could just be mad about something.  Or she is depressed and kitty Prozac might help.  A-mazing.

 

I asked the vet if we got a two for one special on the Prozac, because I'm gonna need some if this continues.

 

He laughed.

 

He thought I was joking.

 

I wasn't.