This is my baby boy, Satty, and his brother, Sushi. Both of them have just been diagnosed with Polycystic Kidney Disorder. They will eventually go into renal failure, but we don’t know when. Satty’s is more progressed, probably because he’s littler.
We fostered these boys nearly 4 years ago. They had been abused and then abandoned and we agreed to take them for a few weeks until a home was found. They ended up finding a home with us. After all the trauma of their early life, Satty is very scared and wary of strangers and Sushi is very aggressive to other cats and territorial. But they are both sweet and loving and want nothing more than to be loved.
When we fostered them we knew that vaccinations and vet visits were a factor. We knew this, too, when we agreed they belonged with us. But we were not to know that they would develop this debilitating disease. Or that it would end up costing us close to $200 a month on vet bills for the rest of their lives.
What I am saying, I suppose, is that now we have two chronically ill cats who we love dearly. They have the right to life as comfortable as we can make it. But at the same time, we can’t afford it.
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I love them so much.