Pardon?

So I go to pick up Calisto from the vet this morning and return her grumpiness home. We've decided that she has endured enough poking and prodding and she should be able to enjoy her weekend. Monday she will go to our vet. Her blood work shows that she is in poor shape. There is definitely some heart disease. The ER vet suggested that she see a cardiologist. I don't think she understands our relationship with our animals. My 11 yr old cat is not going to a cardiologist. As much as I love my animals, a cardiologist? Really? I am not spending thousands of dollars to give her another couple of years. Apparently this qualifies me for service on the fictitious "death panels." Calisto, much as I love her, is a grumpy old lady cat. Sure she could have a few more years being a grumpy old lady - but why? She's had a fine run. I say, "go out on a high note." No one should want to malinger. When she starts crapping on herself then it is time to be put down. She is a cat.... an old, grumpy cat. While she loves to complain (very vocally) about the injustices being inflicted on her by society - she does not enjoy having something real to complain about. Neither do I. That's not to say that we wouldn't pay for a life saving surgery or for pet therapy - since we've done that many times. It is that we remain cognizant of the ROI. Right now it is just about keeping Calisto comfortable. Our vet is really wonderful and will have a solid prognosis for her quality of life and options. But it will wait till Monday. We have to celebrate a grumpy but lovable old man's 85th birthday this weekend.