We took Macey to the vet's house (he works from home) yesterday morning at 7 a.m. At around 8:30 we received a phone call that her heart stopped beating when she was anesthetized, and they had restarted it once but it stopped again. When we went in to pick her body up, the vet did not come out, because he was working on Boston (alone.) The wife was pretty much like "Sorry, never happened before. Bye."
My mom never signed anything before or after the surgery. In fact, we have absolutely no papers for either of our animals.
I can sort of explain how I feel about the situation with an analogy. It is like going to a puppymill to find a dog, compared to finding a reputable breeder. We went to what I feel is a "short cuts" type of vet, with little resources, instead of an office with a highly trained and large staff. I will regret that decision for the rest of my life. |