A few years ago I was working for a number of months out in Denver. Since I was staying at an inn I couldn't bring my buddy
Simon with me. I left him and most of my belongings with my aunt since he was familiar with her. I knew I'd have a couple trips home during the 8 or so month stay.
So, a few months along, I get a call one morning, Simon's been hit by a car. Or at least that the most likely explanation. He had come in with what looked like a broken front leg, and possibly a broken jaw. You can not even image the sheer frustration and helplessness at a time like that. It's horrible just remembering it.
I told her before you rush off to the vet and end up having to make some kind of decision about my buddy's life go get my bank card from my stuff there. Currently there is approx. $2,700 in the account, with another $600 in a couple days. If it takes every last penny of that to save Simon's life, then so be it.
Luckily the vet bill was only a couple hundred. But it wasn't like we found out anything quickly. The vet did do an x-ray to check the bones, the jaw bone was the major concern. Luckily no breaks anywhere. Just a small hairline fracture on his right jaw. So we at least knew that much the same day. But she needed to keep him overnight due to the possibility of internal injuries, so he wasn't out of the woods yet. And there I am a friggin' 1,000 miles away. What a horrible night that was!
Needless to say all turned out well. In fact, AFAIC it was all for the best. Because from that point forward Simon has had a very healthy fear & respect of moving cars which he didn't have before this incident. And knowing this makes me feel a little more at ease when he's running around outside. He's by far the smartest animal I've ever had as a pet., (I've had dogs, cats, birds, rats, a rabbit, and fish) so I know when he learns a valuable lesson like that, it won't be forgotten.