Hi guys! I thought I would share this story with you. Warning, it's a shocking example of how well, soulless some are.
I once wanted to be a vet tech, so I decided to sign up to volunteer in my local shelter's medical services department. They trained me well and after 3 months of doing the job almost daily for 3 hours a day a cat came in as a return to the shelter so the vet techs and the vet had to check her out.
She was a wonderful cat, a very friendly girl who was about 12 years old. I know this since she was adopted from the shelter only a year earlier and her owners returned her. This is where it gets sad.
On the return paper it almost always listed 'bad match' 'moving' etc.. things like that. On this one it said 'failed to match decor'. We were confused so they asked my the helpful little vet tech assistant to ask the office up front what this meant. Remember all of these reasons are written by the staff who does the intake, not the person dropping them off.
She told me a woman and man came in and gave up the cat due to the fact they just changed their houses decor and the cat did not match it.
I was stunned and asked for more info and she said they looked well off as they drove off in a late model BMW and that she was decked out in jewelery. They had this cat for ONE YEAR and took very good care of it since the cat was very healthy and went right out to the floor for adoption the next day or so.
When i got back and told them they were amazed and one said ' now i heard it all'. I looked over the return slip more and noticed a very important clue - they lived in Maple Bluff, one of if not the most wealthy places in our city. It's actually not part of Madison but it's in the middle of it.
I won't shame all rich people, but COME ON. Getting rid of your cat you had for a year because it's coat did not match your expensive new house interior?
Perhaps their expensive interior designer failed to take the cat into account? Do these people have no soul?
In case you are curious I chose not to become a vet tech for two reasons, with the first being the primary reason. 1: I started to be desensitized to the animals, making me feel as if they are not really special and would react the same way to anyone, they can care less who the human is. Months of hearing vet techs not treat cats as if they mattered anymore along with rows of nutered males layed out for me to trim their nails can do that to a person I guess. Don't mistake, the techs treated them professionally but they were as if they lost part of their soul.
2: The nastier parts of the job. Example: Watching then helping remove dozens of ticks, some embedded, from a 80lb dog. Watching them remove dozens of porcupine thorns from a dogs face. *shudder*
I once wanted to be a vet tech, so I decided to sign up to volunteer in my local shelter's medical services department. They trained me well and after 3 months of doing the job almost daily for 3 hours a day a cat came in as a return to the shelter so the vet techs and the vet had to check her out.
She was a wonderful cat, a very friendly girl who was about 12 years old. I know this since she was adopted from the shelter only a year earlier and her owners returned her. This is where it gets sad.
On the return paper it almost always listed 'bad match' 'moving' etc.. things like that. On this one it said 'failed to match decor'. We were confused so they asked my the helpful little vet tech assistant to ask the office up front what this meant. Remember all of these reasons are written by the staff who does the intake, not the person dropping them off.
She told me a woman and man came in and gave up the cat due to the fact they just changed their houses decor and the cat did not match it.
I was stunned and asked for more info and she said they looked well off as they drove off in a late model BMW and that she was decked out in jewelery. They had this cat for ONE YEAR and took very good care of it since the cat was very healthy and went right out to the floor for adoption the next day or so.
When i got back and told them they were amazed and one said ' now i heard it all'. I looked over the return slip more and noticed a very important clue - they lived in Maple Bluff, one of if not the most wealthy places in our city. It's actually not part of Madison but it's in the middle of it.
I won't shame all rich people, but COME ON. Getting rid of your cat you had for a year because it's coat did not match your expensive new house interior?
Perhaps their expensive interior designer failed to take the cat into account? Do these people have no soul?
In case you are curious I chose not to become a vet tech for two reasons, with the first being the primary reason. 1: I started to be desensitized to the animals, making me feel as if they are not really special and would react the same way to anyone, they can care less who the human is. Months of hearing vet techs not treat cats as if they mattered anymore along with rows of nutered males layed out for me to trim their nails can do that to a person I guess. Don't mistake, the techs treated them professionally but they were as if they lost part of their soul.
2: The nastier parts of the job. Example: Watching then helping remove dozens of ticks, some embedded, from a 80lb dog. Watching them remove dozens of porcupine thorns from a dogs face. *shudder*
