My previous girl that should still be here
My cat died on Oct. 6th, 2011 thanks to a bad vet.
I was very sick after I ate something bad at 7pm on the eve of Oct. 5th. By morning on Oct. 6th I was still throwing up blood as I had been all night and getting severely dehydrated. I did not go to the hospital as I had just been twice before in the last two weeks and was misdiagnosed twice before. I had had it with emergency rooms. My own doctor was on holidays.
I asked my mobile vet to come over at around noon to feed my cat who had chronic renal failure and had to be spoon fed. I could not even get off the couch to get her food in the fridge. She said she would and when she arrived I also asked if she could come back at 8pm after her clinic closed to feed her once again if I was still sick. She went on to tell me that she thought I would be dead at 8pm, yes, you heard right, my VET told ME that I would be dead and that she would have no way of getting in to feed my cat and that my cat would starve. She continued to push and push the idea of euthanising my cat and with sleep deprivation, severe dehydration and delirium she convinced me to let her do it. The problem is that when 8pm came around I did not die, I got better and 3 days latter I was better yet. Now I'm back to normal but my cat is gone even though I told her I wasn't sure and that this was irriversable. I fought her as hard as I could in my condition but she didn't listen to me. Now my precious love of my life, the animal that cared for me more than any other and worried about me just as much, is gone forever, thanks to the wrong decision of a bad vet.
And I have to live with the guilt of making the phone call that brought her here in the first place for the rest of my life.