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. 

Managing The Rink – Gimme A Break


Minor hockey has ended for the season (thank god!) but MM has already been asked to coach another team next year. 

Thanks for letting us get over our shitty season this year! 

Yes, we barely finished our last game of the home tournament when MM received a text message begging him to coach with a friend. 

And so began a conversation I never thought I’d actually have. 

MM told our friend that he’s exhausted from coaching this season and doesn’t even know if he wants to coach next year. (Let the rumours fly!)

So MM and I sat down and talked about it. 

He admitted there’s a part of him that doesn’t want to coach anymore. He’s tired of the parents who blame everything on the coaches. He’s tired of being questioned by league heads when coaches aren’t doing their jobs properly. He’s tired of being the middle-man in almost every situation. And he’s really tired of coaching with head coaches who make really bad decisions about benching players and yelling at kids. This is minor house league hockey, for cryin’ out loud. Every kid should be able to play and have fun. 

On the other hand, I explained to him what it’s like in the stands. I said he probably couldn’t handle the stands if he can’t handle the politics of minor hockey because at least he has the protection of the bench when he’s coaching. In the stands, the questions, the assumptions, the rumours, and the gossip never end. They’re always there, lingering in the background, bubbling to the surface at every moment. Someone is always bitching about something. I’m always on the defensive. In the stands, I’m surrounded by people who all have an opinion, yet they haven’t once volunteered or coached a day in their lives. I’m a patient person when it involves kids. But even my patience is tried most days while sitting in the stands of the arenas. 

My own belief is that there’s no way MM could handle not being a coach. And he agreed with me. So he’s decided to go back to coaching again next season. But no one needs to know that right now because we all need a break.