
Last night was going a bit strangely anyways. Joe's work has been overwhelmingly busy lately, and when he called to say he wouldn't be home until after 9:00PM I wasn't exactly surprised. I spent most of the evening editing our photos from Greece at a desk in our second bedroom. The cats were restless. I could tell they were stressed about Joe not being home by now (especially Oscar), and kept coming up to me and meowing in a strange sort of way.
Around 10:00pm. I heard my phone beep with a new text message. It was from Joe saying he was finally headed home, and he had eaten dinner at work. Since I had been waiting until he was home to eat, I decided to head to the kitchen quickly make myself something eat before bed.
I had the front windows open, as our flat seems to stay warm no matter the time of year. Since we've moved into the flat, Charlotte has had a penchant for walking out onto the window sill. We used to scold her, afraid that her catty senses might fail sending the three stories down. But after nearly a year of her insistence at sitting out there (and no accidents) and the guilt of keeping her confined indoors, Joe and I had both relaxed into letting her out.
I scooped her up and ran back in the house. After putting her down in the bathroom, she scampered into the second bedroom to hide under the dresser. I took this as a positive sign, as she wouldn't have moved so quickly if she was in a huge amount of pain. I tried to calm myself as I phoned Joe again to discuss what to do next. He was still about 30 minutes from arriving home, and I didn't want to wait that long to take her to the emergency vet. We both decided it was best that I take her, even though it's not legal for me to drive on my own. Fortunately, I didn't have to wait long before Joe arrived at the hospital. Joe took over from there, as I decided to wait outside in the waiting room. I was feeling sick and having trouble seeing her in her present state.
The veterinarian confirmed that she would likely lose her eye and her jaw was probably fractured. She needed costly scans to check for internal bleeding and other broken bones. We left her at the hospitable to be stabilized and x-rayed; hoping for the best and preparing for the worst. They called around 2:00am to let us know the x-rays revealed she has no internal bleeding and no broken limbs. I cried in relief at hearing the news. However, she does have a fracture in her maxilla and a dislocated mandible, and the right eye might need to be removed.
Charlotte is currently set to have surgery on her jaw this afternoon. We are giving the eye a little bit longer, to see if there is any improvement. Our current medical costs are over £1300 ($2080), and will increase if she needs any post operative aftercare. To help with medical costs, I am putting some of my photos up for purchase on Etsy:
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