My mother just lost her beloved cat of only 3 years this past Tuesday. Misty was a beautiful grey and peach colored cat whom my mother had rescued approximately 2 years ago. She was a stray that hung around the property of my mother's hairdresser. My mother had her examined, and much to her dismay, she tested postive for feline leukemia. She looked healthy, so my mom decided to keep her and give her the life that she deserved. Misty looked wonderful - she fattened up, her fur became thick and soft and she was the most lovable cat anyone could ask for.
Up until a few weeks ago, she was absolutely fine.
My mom noticed a decrease in her appetite, and figured that it was either her leukemia rearing its ugly head or a blockage from excess fur balls (she had thick fur and groomed herself a lot).
Unfortunately, the vet that my mom uses is not one that I would recommend to my worst enemy. My mom is set in her ways, and for reasons that I cannot fathom, has (or did have) great faith in this man.
He kept Misty for a few days, gave her an enema and sent her home.
My mom noticed that she still was not eating, was weak, and had diarrhea, so she brought her back. This time she had a 103 fever. The vet said she had some type of infectin and that he would give her some fluids and antibiotics and keep her over the weekend, .
My mother went to pick Misty up (they said she was ready to go) on Monday. When she got her home, the poor cat could not even stand up.
My mom called the vet, and they told her to bring her right back (for more treatment). She was there another day or two when she got the call that Misty died sometime during the night.
My mom is terribly upset; moreso because the vet let her cat suffer and did not do any tests to figure out what was wrong (if it was indeed the leukemia, he should have let my mother make the decision to have her put down instead of giving her false hope). Now my mother is beating herself up for letting her poor cat die all alone in a cage.
To add insult to injury, when my mom went to pick Misty up (she wanted to bury her on her property), the vet's staff callously handed the cat to her in a white plastic garbage back with a twist tie - no condolences, no kind words.
I'm so angry right now that I could scream
Up until a few weeks ago, she was absolutely fine.
My mom noticed a decrease in her appetite, and figured that it was either her leukemia rearing its ugly head or a blockage from excess fur balls (she had thick fur and groomed herself a lot).
Unfortunately, the vet that my mom uses is not one that I would recommend to my worst enemy. My mom is set in her ways, and for reasons that I cannot fathom, has (or did have) great faith in this man.
He kept Misty for a few days, gave her an enema and sent her home.
My mom noticed that she still was not eating, was weak, and had diarrhea, so she brought her back. This time she had a 103 fever. The vet said she had some type of infectin and that he would give her some fluids and antibiotics and keep her over the weekend, .
My mother went to pick Misty up (they said she was ready to go) on Monday. When she got her home, the poor cat could not even stand up.
My mom called the vet, and they told her to bring her right back (for more treatment). She was there another day or two when she got the call that Misty died sometime during the night.
My mom is terribly upset; moreso because the vet let her cat suffer and did not do any tests to figure out what was wrong (if it was indeed the leukemia, he should have let my mother make the decision to have her put down instead of giving her false hope). Now my mother is beating herself up for letting her poor cat die all alone in a cage.
To add insult to injury, when my mom went to pick Misty up (she wanted to bury her on her property), the vet's staff callously handed the cat to her in a white plastic garbage back with a twist tie - no condolences, no kind words.
I'm so angry right now that I could scream
