Thursday morning I came in extra early because it was surgery day, I walked into the office and all of Frodo’s stuff was still sitting there. Crazy lady never showed up to get him. The other animal care supervisor called her the night before at 830 when she still hadn’t showed up and the lady said she would be in to pick him up at 9am. As hard as it was to leave him the night before I was really hoping he wouldn’t be there when I came in. I of course went and got him out of his kennel, he looked just as bad. So to shorten the story I put him in a basket and brought him into class with me and set him up so we could keep an eye on him while we were doing surgery, lucky me I was the circulating tech so I didn’t have to scrub in and could see him. Every time the vet walked through class my heart sank, I knew she was coming in to take my cat. 9 o’clock rolled around and she wasn’t there, then at 1130 the vet came in a picked up his basket, I was washing tools from the first surgery, she has finally come to pick him up.
I carried fordo to the office she was there and she there and so happy to see him. The vet explained that his condition was being caused by over medication, and because his was over medicated there was no way to do surgery on him and doing so would most likely kill him. The crazy lady said she understood and that he would be off the meds as soon as the undistended testicle so the vet went over it again. At that point I wanted to puke I couldn’t believe that I had to hand this cat back to her, I put Frodo in his basket and put him on the desk and walked out. I knew if I stayed in the room I was going to hit her or run out to my car with him. The vet came and found me when she was gone and apparently at the end of the conversation crazy lady said that Frodo had an appointment the next day to “evaluate the meds” and the vet said that it sounded like she was trying to say whatever she thought the vet wanted to hear. I cried but there wasn’t a damn thing I could do about it.
The next Monday
Crazy lady brought in more cats, when I asked her about Frodo she told me the vet she took him to on that Friday had done the surgery, once again I almost puked. A good vet NEVER would have put him under, she must not have a good vet. I asked when he would be available for adoption, she hemmed and hawed and came up with a week. grrrrrrr
The Monday after that
Crazy lady brought more cats, I asked about Frodo and she told me that had him almost weaned off all his behavior meds.
Do I believe he’s ok? No, I just have my fingers crossed that he is ok and that they will adopt him to someone else. I miss my little guy and in his honor I am working my ass off to find another cat rescue for us to use. Crazy lady is the last on the list when we need animals, and as you can tell we had to use her.
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How frustrating. She sounds like she doesn't have the cat's best interest in mind at all. It must be tough wanting to save all those animals that come through. Take comfort in that even though you can't save them all, you have saved some, and somewhere a kitty is happy and healthy because of your good work. You do good work, HB. :)
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