Pet Care Is A Damn Joke


I. Am. Livid. 

When we first adopted our kitty a few months ago, I knew there would be a period of adjustment as we all got used to the new addition to the family. 

I specifically asked if there were any health issues or sensitivities I should know about. The adoption place gave him a big shiny thumbs up and sent us home with our new kitty. 

I noticed blood in his stool the first week and became concerned so I called the vet to talk about it just in case something was wrong. They didn’t feel the need to see him and just explained that it was probably due to all the changes. 

But, after two weeks, he was still pooping blood so I called a vet again. I was brushed off AGAIN by being told that “it should go away in time.” Well, it didn’t. This poor cat has always shit blood and no one has taken me seriously. 

Fast-forward to month three. Yes, this cat still shits blood intermittently. And then, last Monday, this poor cat started puking three times a day so I called the vet immediately. He did a physical exam by pushing on the cats stomach and told me there was no blockage. The vet then explained that the cat probably got into something at our house (like a plant or some people food). He charged us a ridiculous amount for four cans of bland soft cat food, gave my kitty an anti-nausea needle, and sent us home. THAT’S IT. 

Ok, first of all, I’m home with my cat almost 24 hours a damn day and there’s NO FUCKING WAY he got into something that I don’t know about. I have plants in my house but they are all behind a locked door to my office which no one else is allowed in to. This cat doesn’t leave my side unless it’s to go to his litter box. And half the time he wants me to follow him downstairs while he takes a piss (no, I don’t do that). Secondly, why didn’t this vet take any blood samples to see if my kitty has parasites or some internal infection?? Why did he assume it could be found by rubbing the cats belly?? Can he literally FEEL the parasites that could possibly be eating my cat alive?? Can he feel the bacteria or infection that’s potentially growing inside my cat?? Third, how dare he inject my cat with something I didn’t approve of and then have the nerve to send us home as though we were wasting his time! The fucking nerve of some people just rips me a new asshole. 

A week later, MY CAT IS STILL PUKING. And no one will see us to do more tests or help us figure out what’s wrong. Everyone says they’re booked up and can’t even squeeze us into the schedule. I have one more number to call tomorrow morning and then I’m out of options. 

I know it’s only been three months since we got him but I know my cat. And I know he’s on his deathbed right now. My kid is heartbroken because this poor kitty is suffering and no one will help us. And I can’t believe the amount of people who have brushed off our concerns and sent us out the door. Or they wouldn’t even let us in the door to begin with! 

If you think healthcare in Canada is a joke, try adopting a pet. Pet healthcare is even worse! 

Basically, we are just trying to relieve our kitty’s pain right now and make him feel loved and comforted until we can find a veterinarian who will take us seriously and do some blood work on our cat to find out what’s going on inside of him. This poor baby can barely keep his eyes open and, when he does, he’s barfing. 

I’m a mess of tears and I’ve already had to warn my son that if kitty gets any sicker that he might not be with us too much longer. DO YOU KNOW HOW HARD IT WAS TO TELL A NINE YEAR OLD HIS CAT IS DYING?!?! 

All I need is one vet clinic who can help us. That’s all it would take to relive a family of its pain and give us hope. 

Final Thoughts On My Renovation Hell


A recent text message that I sent to my sister…

“I need to vent. 

Before this bathroom reno, the contractor said he was going to do this job ‘as quickly as possible.’ I’ve learned over the past seven weeks that ‘QUICKLY’ is subjective. 

SEVEN. FUCKING. WEEKS. And they’re not done. Because they came in to fix a fuck-up (fuck-up number 40571845 in the past few weeks!) and just informed me that there’s a leak in the tub. Just as I was thinking, “well, that’s what started this whole disaster in the first place so you better fix it,” he tells me there’s a CRACK IN MY TUB. How does that even happen?! 

I’m so done right now. They replaced the fan and didn’t install it properly. They ruined my hallway walls with their mud and grout. They took chunks out of my walls. And they didn’t even finish the first bathroom before they started on my second bathroom. They have used my son’s face cloth for their toxic putty and other shit. They’ve ruined every single door mat I own. They’ve stained my bathroom mats. I’ve told them daily that the cat is not allowed outside, only to find the front door and garage door wide open! They show up whenever they want – which is usually about 2hrs in the mornings and 2hrs in the afternoons. And they’ve gone missing and don’t show up for 3 days at a time. 

And now, just when we thought we were finally done, they tell me there’s a crack in my god damn tub! 

MM is fucking livid! And so am I. 

I just want them to get their shit done and get the fuck outta my house!”

Her response…


My sentiments exactly. 

And that’s all I’m going to say about that. 

The End