My Girl Monkey, (p.s. not really a monkey..........ok, kinda) Options

[Monkey's daddy]

Life sure doesn't feel the same anymore, it feels very empty now. It's just completely different since Monkey's gone.

When I first moved into the new house in Aug'07 I was so proud of it. It was new and perfect and I would get bent if I found a little smudge on the new walls. Now you should see the place. I vacuumed for the first time last week since Monkey passed in March. I've broken 2 or 3 doors, there are at least 2 holes in the drywall. I kicked my car door open and bent the hinges on it. I sometimes get mad over what happened as you can tell. Well, they are just meaningless possessions. I was proud of them but they never mattered as much as a precious life, not even close. I really bought the house for the cats, I was thinking of them when I saw the layout and yard and such. Now I don't care. I probably could level the place but I realize I must maintain somewhat.

I never would have thought that the vets could be so stupid. It was always "its possible that it's this" and "its possible that it's that" and "it could be this or this".
Why don't you just say you don't know moron!! It's like going into a store to find something and you ask a salesperson where it is, and they don't know, and they start wandering around looking for it, and you're following them, and you're like "I can wander around lost on my own but you want me to follow you and you're lost". Or more like, you find out more on your own than the stupid vet even knows, and he's the "professional" or "doctor".

All right, I'm getting upset and starting to rant and rave. I just can't believe EVERYTHING could go wrong. I mean, even Murphy's Law says that if "something" can go wrong it will, not "everything".

Some examples are:

Mis-diagnosis
Missed diagnosis
I care until the treatments are done and I have all your money
Under medicating
Improper treatment
under treatment

AHHHHHHHH. I could scream.
I need something to break before I start crying. (A certain vets neck would be nice)

[oliver's mama]

I chuckled at Monkey's paw-under-the-door-game. All my cats do it to some degree but when Oliver was an older kitten, he used to do it ALL THE TIME to the front door of my apartment. I knew when people were at my door before they'd knock because he'd be up to the shoulder next to it. That's how I got my Daphne, Oliver and her were playing under the door game and I opened the door and found not a visitor but a calico cat on the other side. Man, that stuff was great.

Incidentally, I haven't swept either.

I am terribly sorry you have to deal with anger and incompetence on top of grieving. I switched vets about a year ago or so. The vet I switched from I actually worked for 7 years ago or so and he lives less than a block from me. He is good, just not my style. My vet now is great, he and his nurse wife along with another woman who's the vet assistant run the place themselves and they are totally in it for the love of animals, the rest is secondary. Once, he had an incubator full of orphaned baby raccoons. His wife arranged to drive some crazy amount of miles for medicine because Oliver's original symptoms and tests looked like a rare bacterial infection. They know me by my first name. One of my best friends in San Diego said her vet came back from vacation when her kitty had a bad health scare and then charged her something like 200 bucks for what would have been over 1000. He also goes around donating time and skills for animals just to help, no money asked for. Good vets are out there and I hope that you too will find a good one, shop around and don't settle until you do. Maybe some here can give you referals if you live in the same area...let me know if you live in NE Indiana or San Diego.

Oliver's mama