It’s been about 6 years, but I still feel rage when I remember a particular vet I took my cat to. I had gotten the cat from the Humane Society and found that it had burned back feet from where it had ridden under a car hood. It was the first animal I had in this town so I didn’t have a regular vet. The first time I took Smudges there, the vet gently worked to get the kitty litter out from between Smudge’s oozing toes (with me cringing the whole time!) But Smudges was such a good boy, he just laid there patiently. The second time it was a different vet, same practice. He checked the paws over, put some cream on them, and wrapped them up, saying they looked good. Then – I still can’t believe he did it, and I didn’t punch him – he wrapped his fingers around the lower leg like you do when you’ve wrapped like a bandaid around your finger – and he squeezed. The vet tech was holding him too tightly for Smudges to do anything about it. He just screamed…and I mean screamed; he didn’t meow loudly or yowl. OMG I still want to beat the crap out of that man. I still feel so guilty. All I did was stand there in wonderment and say, “You hurt him!” But it was done in the blink of an eye, I couldn’t have stopped him. I should have at least cursed him out and refused to pay my bill, although it was very cheap because it was just a recheck. But it still would have made a statement.
Still makes me cry. Anyway, protect your furbabies like you would your child. They’re so vulnerable.