so, as we all are well aware… I work in the veterinary field. I wasn’t going to blog much about this… because to me, well, it’s kind of boring… but something happened yesterday that made me want to scream… and punch someone! (and I’m not a violent person, incaseyouwerewondering.)
yesterday afternoon we got a phone call. a woman was frantic… irate actually. she was screaming to the technician that her cat was “pissing” all over her house and she was sick of it. the technician tried to schedule an appointment. “no!” the client said… “I want him dead, NOW!” she kept screaming this over and over to the technician… and finally settled on, “well, I’m bringing him in… I don’t care if I have to pay extra. I want him dead as soon as possible.”
the technician hung up the phone and we waited. not sure what it was going to be like when this woman arrived with this cat we had never seen before.
when she flew into the parking lot with her gigantic over-priced gas-guzzling suv… we knew it was her. she jumped out and ran to the door with the cat flung over her shoulders. she claimed he was ten… we all settled on about three. she practically threw the cat at the technician… barked at me asking what she owed… and ripped a check out of her checkbook… all the while, mumbling to herself, “I’ve spent over four thousand dollars fixing my carpet because of this damn cat…” I mumbled something back like, “oh yeah, interesting.” what do you say? the woman obviously has no heart. she can pay four thousand bucks to replace the carpet but cannot pay seventy for an office visit to see what’s going on with the cat?
worst part? the cat was fractious… we all wanted to NOT euthanize the pet… because the owner obviously didn’t care what we did with him… but we needed to examine and run a urinalysis on him to see what was going on. not. going. to. happen. he wasn’t having it.
here are two main problems with this scenario.
a: who knows if this cat is vaccinated for rabies… and without proof, it’s assumed that it’s not.
b: we have to chop it’s head off if it bites someone. (yep, the state requires it to test it for rabies. or six months quarantine, but who’s gonna pay for that? the cat is homeless.)
it was heartbreaking. I just don’t get it. why have a pet if you’re more attached to your carpet? accidents happen lady. it doesn’t have to be a common occurrence if you bring it to the vet and find out what’s going on… but it happens… and most of the time, when a cat is urinating/defecating outside the litter box – it’s cat for – help! I don’t feel good! this just completely drives me nuts. cats and dogs die all the time because of irresponsible people. it makes my heart hurt.
all it takes is two seconds. if you’re considering getting a pet, just think to yourself, “can I really afford to take care of this dog/cat for the next ten to twenty years?” if the answer is no… or even maybe not… don’t do it! wait! there will be others when you’re READY. if everyone took this advice… we’d have a lot less moments like the above mentioned. I’m not trying to get preachy though. I got my little baxter when I couldn’t afford him… and that seemed to turn out well. sometimes, I think pets show up right when you need them… he certainly did that for me.
other than that, nothing too exciting happened at work. other than the woman who came in with a brand-spankin new puppy (so squishy and cute.)… and she kept telling me how she hated her 16 year old son because he was “disgusting.” what does that even mean? I’m not gonna lie though… it was highly entertaining. people are funny.
all is well on the home front. john has the weekend off… and so do I, yippee! so, I’m looking forward to some family time. all of us, no obligations…
gonna go back to cuddling with baxter and baby g now… toodloo!