Charlie the Moodle came home yesterday! Yay!
I got such a pleasant surprise when they handed me the $2000 bill. Wow, so “cheap”! I quickly paid it … then realised it was for Charlie the cat, not Charlie the dog. My anxiety levels started rising (again) as they started printing out the new receipt …. which turned out to be for $2972. Gulp.
Horrendous, but not as bad as I’d been worrying it would be after a friend called to say she’d paid $7000 to save her cat … then it ran away … She didn’t have pet insurance either.
Here’s a woebegone pic of Charlie after he used up all his energy dashing outside the minute he got home to expel enough wee to fill a small lake:
Bilbo was thrilled to get Charlie back and immediately started trying to play with him. Charlie was so not in the mood for playing and suggested via vicious growls and snapping that he might kill his brother from another mother if he didn’t eff off.
So Bilbo retreated behind our legs to gaze nervously at the patient.
All the vets and nurses said they loved Charlie and thought he was the sweetest dog – they felt so sorry for him that they were popping up to the local charcoal chicken shop to buy treats to tempt him to eat. They wouldn’t think he was so sweet if they saw his temper around family members …
And now I have the fun job of trying to get him to take tablets twice a day.
Poor Charlie. Poor me. Poor credit card.
So much for that new computer I was going to buy to replace my current geriatric clunker.
The big question is: do I get pet insurance or continue flying by the seat of my pants? His knee replacement won’t be covered as it’s a pre-existing condition. Do you have pet insurance?
Song of the day: ABBA “Money, money, money”