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I love these stories. I only have one funny with Rox. I was angry for days over it. Sadly because we travel, I cant stick with 1 trustworthy vet. Rox was in for a booster 2 weeks ago and to check on her brand new adult teeth. I went to this vet 2 weeks prior for another booster. I wasnt happy with his vibes then but no real complaints.
First of all, Rox is sweet and trusting, and is usually on shoulders at the vet, instead of walking on her leash, because of yapping dogs and all the smells. This time, no dogs were in the office so she walked in on her leash.
She was fantastic when he gave the booster, slight whine when he pulled her last baby tooth with no lidocaine or numbing, but she was not fighting or resisting. The last visit, he cut her nails lower than I've ever seen a vet do and she was nervous but no resistance.
This time, he got to the 3rd nail, and she yelped and latched on biting him. He stormed out of the room, telling me that he will be back with a restraint because "it's better than being bit by an out of control cat" and I looked at my Rox, who I've NEVER heard whimper, and her paw was covered in blood.
I was livid.
I screamed "YOU CUT HER QUICK!" and "Let's go Roxanne" and she jumped down and we passed him and others in the hall with me screaming and her dripping blood crying and limping so I picked her up. Maybe I was being dramatic but I stormed out and then drove out of the parking lot and back into the lot. Left her in the truck with it running, and I told the receptionist I had come back to pay for the booster and dental. She burst out laughing. She said I was crying more than my cat was.
Roxanne, eager to see where I went, had locked me out of my truck with the button on the door. After pleading with her and trying to play window games for an hour, she finally stepped on the back window button so I could break in. Lol
I'm sorry that was so long but I feel like I made an ass of myself at the vet. (Still a terrible vet. We wouldnt go back even if we were allowed to)
First of all, Rox is sweet and trusting, and is usually on shoulders at the vet, instead of walking on her leash, because of yapping dogs and all the smells. This time, no dogs were in the office so she walked in on her leash.
She was fantastic when he gave the booster, slight whine when he pulled her last baby tooth with no lidocaine or numbing, but she was not fighting or resisting. The last visit, he cut her nails lower than I've ever seen a vet do and she was nervous but no resistance.
This time, he got to the 3rd nail, and she yelped and latched on biting him. He stormed out of the room, telling me that he will be back with a restraint because "it's better than being bit by an out of control cat" and I looked at my Rox, who I've NEVER heard whimper, and her paw was covered in blood.
I was livid.
I screamed "YOU CUT HER QUICK!" and "Let's go Roxanne" and she jumped down and we passed him and others in the hall with me screaming and her dripping blood crying and limping so I picked her up. Maybe I was being dramatic but I stormed out and then drove out of the parking lot and back into the lot. Left her in the truck with it running, and I told the receptionist I had come back to pay for the booster and dental. She burst out laughing. She said I was crying more than my cat was.
Roxanne, eager to see where I went, had locked me out of my truck with the button on the door. After pleading with her and trying to play window games for an hour, she finally stepped on the back window button so I could break in. Lol
I'm sorry that was so long but I feel like I made an ass of myself at the vet. (Still a terrible vet. We wouldnt go back even if we were allowed to)