I was given an awesome beautiful fluffy white kitten a couple years ago. The people who had him got him high since his first day of life, when his little eyes were still closed. So needless to say, he wasn't a typical cat. He was the world's best cat though. He would not let you smoke without sharing with him, he'd jump up on your chest, and beg a shot-gun from you. He was super loving, and would rub his face into yours, "making out" with you for as long as you could tolerate it.
So one day we moved. Our new place was a HUGE house, (we had moved from a crappy gov't apt) and the yard was unbelievably giant. During the moving process we found some golf clubs and balls, and we went out to the yard, to hit a few balls. Hendrix was an indoor cat, and I didn't realize he had gotten out and was in our yard, until I hit a ball, (and man did I hit it) and it made a line drive right for his front right leg. His leg was snapped in half, and he did a back flip, and landed on it with such force, that it pushed the broken lower half up about three inches past the stump.
Well, it was a fuckin Sunday, and we didn't have enough money to get him treated what with "emergency weekend rates".
We got him real high, and crushed up half a trazedone, and dissolved it in some booze, which we mixed with some food.
The next day we finally find a vet who will treat him with a promise to pay, cause we were broke motherfuckers, and apparently most vets in that area have no souls and don't mind letting a crying cat leave their office un-treated, because the owners are broke. And they give us 2 options. They could operate, and pin the leg together as they would were it a human, but it might cause further problems later, cause Hendrix was still growing, and the pins might cause his bones to splinter. Or we could have the leg amputated. The surgery was gonna cost like $450, and the amputation only $150.
We opted to amputate, and he was kept over night. The next day when we came to see him after the surgery the vet told us that Hendrix did really well. He was surprised that he didn't cry all night, because he was probably in lots of pain, but instead, he was chill. (Due in no small part I am sure, to the pot, trazedone, and liquor).
So, now Hendrix is a three legged cat. He does pretty good for himself, though he falls on his face from time to time when making a big jump, and he can't seem to have sex with his girl, because he keeps falling off.
I feel like shit for the whole thing, and I don't tell people the story often, but it's nice to share it here, got it off my chest!!
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