Compassionate Caregivers

Poor Julio has died. We noticed he was having a lot of trouble walking --- so off to the vet he went. Initally they decided that as an (ahem) older cat he was prone to constipation so gave the poor guy a series of enemas and some nasty gooey stuff to ram down his throat. Well, that didn't work and the nasty stuff had him not eating at all. Back to the vet he went. This time his not eating was causing his liver to malfunction so he needed a feeding tube (I am now having doubts about the outcome of this) and we were assured that cats tolerate these tubes well. Bear in mind that the cat can barely walk. I called Monday to check how the little guy was doing and was informed that he had passed away over the weekend. Sometimes I wonder about vets. Was this all about their bottom line or was this about providing care for my cat? I say this because when I was last there some lady was complaining about the $100 plus per month for pills for her pet. The vet overheard this and said that if money was a problem (don't you just love that attitude) the same medication in the non-chewable variety was available for $20-- since she had to put the chewable pills in food as well she thought she'd just save the $80! So here we are-- Julio is dead; we are hundreds of dollars poorer; and we put our dying cat through hell-- not a good feeling!



Enough of my rant- I am hopeful that Spring is just around the corner! Some of the snow has melted, the sun has been sighted, and Costco has roses!