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So my Grandma's cat, Tomo, has been sick for a while now. .... Mm.. well, not actively sick, but he used to be really really fat, and then all of a sudden he lost a lot of weight, really fast. And Grandma kept waffling, undecided if she should take him to the vet, when to take him to the vet, forgetting to make vet appointments, etc. But today, after months of this waffling, we finally took him to the vet.
After telling the vet Tomo's symptoms, how kitty eats and eats and eats, but gets skinnier and skinnier, the vet said it may be hyperthyroidism, or diabetes. He said they'd have to do bloodwork to know for sure, but in the end Grandma wasn't willing to pay the $120 to have that done. She said, in not so many words, that she's going to just let him get sick and die.
Oh, and when we got home she thought about giving him bacon and other such things, "to fatten him up again."
I feel bad, but what can I do? Pay for the tests for her? But then what, do I continue on paying for the treatment? What if I move? Take him with me? Or leave it to her, when she'll just stop giving the treatments I'd been paying for, and he dies anyway? I wish I could, but he's not my cat, and I can't afford to save every pet the owner doesn't want to take care of. Even though I wish I could.
And I keep thinking, if this were Kurama, what would I do? Well, of course, without hesitation I would get the bloodwork. And if she needed special food or medicine for the rest of her life, I'd get it for her. Because she is my pet, and I made a commitment to her when I signed the adoption papers.
But the number one thing that keeps running though my mind is how this could have happened to Kurama, because my Grandparents don't know how to take care of animals. And I know, I know, they like to say "I've been taking care of animals since before you were born!" But they never seem to remember that none of their pets (at least that I've seen in my lifetime) have died of old age; they either get sick or run away.
They kept giving my dog anything they wanted. No matter how many times I said not to, they'd just keep on feeding her what-the-fuck-ever, until she stopped eating her dog food altogether. And they got so mad when I started locking her in my room when I was gone. What else could I do!? But my room now is bigger than the pen she had outside in CA, and vets have said it's ok to crate a dog while the owner is at work, so I'm pretty sure her being in a large, warm room for a few hours a day isn't going to hurt her.
And most importantly, she eats her dog food, and doesn't have diabetes.
Because I take care of my pet, I'm pretty sure she'll live forever. .^_~
♥
After telling the vet Tomo's symptoms, how kitty eats and eats and eats, but gets skinnier and skinnier, the vet said it may be hyperthyroidism, or diabetes. He said they'd have to do bloodwork to know for sure, but in the end Grandma wasn't willing to pay the $120 to have that done. She said, in not so many words, that she's going to just let him get sick and die.
Oh, and when we got home she thought about giving him bacon and other such things, "to fatten him up again."
I feel bad, but what can I do? Pay for the tests for her? But then what, do I continue on paying for the treatment? What if I move? Take him with me? Or leave it to her, when she'll just stop giving the treatments I'd been paying for, and he dies anyway? I wish I could, but he's not my cat, and I can't afford to save every pet the owner doesn't want to take care of. Even though I wish I could.
And I keep thinking, if this were Kurama, what would I do? Well, of course, without hesitation I would get the bloodwork. And if she needed special food or medicine for the rest of her life, I'd get it for her. Because she is my pet, and I made a commitment to her when I signed the adoption papers.
But the number one thing that keeps running though my mind is how this could have happened to Kurama, because my Grandparents don't know how to take care of animals. And I know, I know, they like to say "I've been taking care of animals since before you were born!" But they never seem to remember that none of their pets (at least that I've seen in my lifetime) have died of old age; they either get sick or run away.
They kept giving my dog anything they wanted. No matter how many times I said not to, they'd just keep on feeding her what-the-fuck-ever, until she stopped eating her dog food altogether. And they got so mad when I started locking her in my room when I was gone. What else could I do!? But my room now is bigger than the pen she had outside in CA, and vets have said it's ok to crate a dog while the owner is at work, so I'm pretty sure her being in a large, warm room for a few hours a day isn't going to hurt her.
And most importantly, she eats her dog food, and doesn't have diabetes.
Because I take care of my pet, I'm pretty sure she'll live forever. .^_~
♥
