My Poor Baby Setz

This is very difficult for me, because I was raised to believe that my problems are my own to solve.

I took in Lil Baby Setzer (named because we first though she was a male and because 'stray cat') when she and her sister Nubby were pregnant ferals hanging around our back yard.

She has been an utterly devoted companion ever since.  When I was laid up for weeks with bordeline pneumonia, she refused to leave my side.  When I go out in the yard, she sits in the dining room window and keeps vigil to make sure I return.  When I play videogames or sit at the computer, she chirps and headbutts my arm with a strength that belies her petite frame.

My wife calls Setz my guardian angel, a "peer not a pet."

Poor Setz isn't a good way right now.

Something is up with her kidneys.  That's common with older cats but this came on suddenly and atypically.  There was no slow breakdown, but a hard crash.

Yet even through her sickness, she still beamed with joy and gave her signature head butts when I went to check on her.

She has been hospitalized to see what can be done, and it's not cheap.

At any other time, I'd just plow though I've done with past emergencies, but my financial slack is as a low ebb thanks to a recent root canal and the process of preparing to adopt a child from foster care.

I hate begging for help.  My wife, in fact, would (and probably will) kill me if knew I was doing this.  

I can't even promise a good outcome.  Setz could come home and pass away a week from now.  We just don't know.  

The target amount represents part of money we've already spent for Setz's care these past few days.  It's about getting things back to a more managable level, and nothing more.

If you can help, it would be greatly appreciated.