All about Snotface
Times are tough and many of us have less money coming in (income) but still have the same costs. This leaves most people with very little extra money to just ‘throw away’. This may cause some pet owners to become worried about how to provide for the health and well-being of their pets.
In this article we will try to help you structure your pet-related spending in a way that will keep both you and your pet in good shape. We will start by addressing the essential costs involved with keeping your pet healthy. Then we will mention some options that may help you afford these essential costs. Finally, we will look at what pet-related spending we can consider a luxury (non-essential).
The most important thing you can provide for your pet is health. Budgeting for an annual check-up and vaccinations is absolutely necessary.
- Gene Ann Kurfess
- Province, Country:
- PA, United States
- Date of Birth:
- Date of Death
- Not Provided
- Coat Colour:
- Black/Tan Tabby
- Eye Colour:
I had owned Snotface's mother, and when I found out that she was pregnant I was so excited about the idea of expanding my family with the coming kittens. Snotface was the first kitten born, and he got his name from my ex-sister-in-law. She was only 9 years old and we watched the kittens be born together, so when the first kitten came out she said "Eww it's got snot all over it's face." So from then on she called him "Snotface", I tried several times to change his name to Ty but she insisted that his name was "Snotface" so she began calling him "Snotty" for short. I ended up giving his mother and the other 4 kittens back to my friend that I had gotten her from when she got a bigger home and was able to give them all the room they needed to run and play. But Snotty was mine, he was my baby and my pride and joy.
I felt so much pride in him it was as if he was a child that I had carried and given birth to. When he was about 6 months old he got really sick, he quit eating for a few days and he wasn't making it to the litter box before he had to go. I took him to the vet and found out he had a urinary tract infection and had I waited much longer to get him to the vet he would have died. From then on I had to feed him special food and keep him on constant watch for any signs of another infection. Which I didn't have any more problems with because of the food he had to eat. In July of 2002 that string of good luck came to an end, he began to eat less and he was not making it to the litter box and he was walking funny on his hind legs, so I took him to the vet and after the blood test results came back I was told he was having "Renal Failure". His kidneys were shutting down and there wasn't much they could do for him, so I had to make the hardest decision of my life to put him to sleep. I miss him so much it still hurts to think about what I had to decide that July 14, only 4 months from his 7th birthday. But I know that I couldn't let him suffer any longer and he is much happier now.