Pet Care Is A Damn Joke

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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. 

Life With My Crazies – Quality Time

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Today was a good day. 

I had a couple of appointments in the morning and then I spent some quality time with my son. 

After we got home this afternoon, we took a walk to the mall that’s near our house. It was only about -5c and it was the perfect day to get some fresh air. We walked and talked and laughed together. I felt so relaxed. 

We stopped at the pet store to say hi to the SPCA kitty that was there before making our way to the bookstore. We wandered around in our own literary worlds for a while. We found a book each and I treated us. We grabbed some groceries before heading out and returning home. 

On the way home, my heart broke a little when my son looked at me and said, “it’s been a really boring week since I’ve been out of school. Especially today.” I had been so relaxed and content to spend time doing things I assumed we liked (visiting the kitty and looking for new books to read), but I guess I was wrong. 

I’m feeling really bad about myself as a mother right now because my son wasn’t happy. But it still doesn’t take away from the fact that I, myself, had a good day.