This won't be a long one.
For the past few weeks my cat TC had taken ill. The vet prescribed medications yet offered no treatment past super expensive blood transfusions to combat her anemia. All this time they had zero diagnosis. She had many ups and downs. Some days it's like she was getting better, the next she was so weak the act of eating was a chore.
Through all this we had to fight the vets with everything, we're blatantly lied to and charged insane sums to come up with nothing. When I told her for the last time the issues they originally ignored, she called me a liar and gave up treatment for the unknown ailment.
This was on Tuesday. We stayed up over night with her. She got far far worse and payed nearly catatonic on Ali's lap. Every move was met with a low pained meow. Se stopped eating and really functioning. Breathing shallow and glassy eyed. I decided to make the call.
Wednesday morning at 9:30 I lost my buddy. She fought hard but I just couldn't make her suffer any more than she had this far. The vets were awful to us, seeing we are a lower class than they are they refused many treatment options that would have helped her. The fact I had to find out alternative treatments from the Internet should tell me that these vets only wanted the kick back from the referral to the insane expensive place.
I really miss my buddy. She was the smartest cat I've ever had the pleasure of knowing. Tis likely sounds so dumb, but she was probably the best loyal friend I ever had. Where people deceived and simply left through the years, she was there hanging out. Most cats are just solitary kind of leave me alone animals. She sat with me for days after my father died. Every time a relationship ended, there she was poking my hand and distracting me. And to thing I was resistant to even having a cat. An ex girlfriend got a cat for her birthday, she thought I should get one. I said no, she pushed more and I relented agreeing only to go look.
That shelter was depressing. A very grey cold place. The animals looked just as sad. I saw this kitten ignoring the kid poking at the cage. She looked at me and climbed up on the cage door and grabbed my leg, meowing and generally wanting out. She ignored everyone but me. That's when I said fuck it, I like her. And she was off to my house. The first few weeks she couldn't jump so she would climb my leg and sleep on my lap while I drew things or worked on my computer. It is something. I'll never forget. I have a million other stories but I figured I'd save them.
She was the best and I'll never forget her. Kind of still in shock and sadness. I decided to take a few days away from everything to process it all.
The epilogue is I am launching a complaint over the shit the vets did. Already talked to a lawyer and I have something to go after. Not much but I want these people to learn that you can't do this to people. Putting profits over the very lives they are supposed to help. Sure there might have been no saving her ultimately, but they treated us like garbage and ignored, even scoffed, at what we were telling them. Blatant lies and refusal to acknowledge or even help the issues at hand. It was the anemia that was what crashed her. A transfusion would have been ideal, but there are other methods that could have been tried. They wanted me to take the referral and shut up, because they get a kickback from that. That was the only thing they were honest about.
Ali on the other hand has decided to become a vet. Once we work that out she wants to go to school and her idea is to help lower income pet owners get the care that would normally be denied them. A counterpoint to these people we dealt with. Which I think is sorely needed.
We just don't want others to go through the shit we did.
That's about all I'm really going to say at this point. I'll be going back to posting art and all that sometime next week.
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