Speechless with rage
I have been royally screwed... bullshitted and betrayed...
Some of you might know why I left my parents house in '03... well, this just reminded me how justified it was... I ALMOST believed I had a place to go if everything in my life crumbled, but I now renew my vow NEVER to live in their house again. I don't care how bad things are in my life. I can't and won't do it again.
I have an extremely hard time trusting people, and they fucking blew the last ounce of confidence I had in them right out of the water.
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My cat Smokey was really sick- lost a lot of weight and could no longer control his bowels. So, my parents called me to come and say goodbye to him.
I did, and when I was with the cat, he was purring, coming to me and growling when I picked him up- just like he always did.
My father said that he hadn't seen the cat that animated in a long time and that I may have just saved him. He said he would do everything he could to save him. They'd have the vet look at him before they made any final decisions to put him down.
They told me they'd call me.
They called me the next day...
The cat was already in the ground and buried.
They ran no tests. One blood test would have screened for a ton of illnesses. But they did not run it.
I understand skipping the expensive ultra-sounds and mri's and shit because they don't have the money... but when you tell me you will do everything to save him and don't run an 85 dollar test that could provide a lot of answers, well that's just fucking bogus...
And another lovely detail, a direct quote from my mother, no less, "well can you imagine pilling that cat?"...
What the fuck? Obviously the cat was going to need medication- no matter what he had. This clearly screams to me "Hi- we really had no intention of helping your cat, thanks anyways..." C'mon- you wanna help him, and yet you kill him because you don't want to get bitten giving him his medication...
And then the ultimate shit shoved down my throat, "Well, I don't see you here taking care of him or offering any funds for meds!"
OHMIGOD!!!
First of fucking-all, I offered to send cash for meds, but they told me no and that they would be happy to do it- they acted all fucking noble and then have the balls to tell me I made no offering??? Secondly, yea, I'm really sorry you drove me from your house in the first place, otherwise I would be glad to nurse my sick cat back to health, and thirdly... YOU HAD NO INTENT ON GETTING HIM MEDS AT ALL- SO WHY ACCUSE ME OF NOT OFFERING TO PAY FOR THEM!!!
I am so hurt...why lie to me like this??
Can anyone explain this...
Am I overreacting? God, my cat's gone... they screwed me and Smokey over big time. This may be unforgiveable...
I'm out.
Some of you might know why I left my parents house in '03... well, this just reminded me how justified it was... I ALMOST believed I had a place to go if everything in my life crumbled, but I now renew my vow NEVER to live in their house again. I don't care how bad things are in my life. I can't and won't do it again.
I have an extremely hard time trusting people, and they fucking blew the last ounce of confidence I had in them right out of the water.
Want the story?
My cat Smokey was really sick- lost a lot of weight and could no longer control his bowels. So, my parents called me to come and say goodbye to him.
I did, and when I was with the cat, he was purring, coming to me and growling when I picked him up- just like he always did.
My father said that he hadn't seen the cat that animated in a long time and that I may have just saved him. He said he would do everything he could to save him. They'd have the vet look at him before they made any final decisions to put him down.
They told me they'd call me.
They called me the next day...
The cat was already in the ground and buried.
They ran no tests. One blood test would have screened for a ton of illnesses. But they did not run it.
I understand skipping the expensive ultra-sounds and mri's and shit because they don't have the money... but when you tell me you will do everything to save him and don't run an 85 dollar test that could provide a lot of answers, well that's just fucking bogus...
And another lovely detail, a direct quote from my mother, no less, "well can you imagine pilling that cat?"...
What the fuck? Obviously the cat was going to need medication- no matter what he had. This clearly screams to me "Hi- we really had no intention of helping your cat, thanks anyways..." C'mon- you wanna help him, and yet you kill him because you don't want to get bitten giving him his medication...
And then the ultimate shit shoved down my throat, "Well, I don't see you here taking care of him or offering any funds for meds!"
OHMIGOD!!!
First of fucking-all, I offered to send cash for meds, but they told me no and that they would be happy to do it- they acted all fucking noble and then have the balls to tell me I made no offering??? Secondly, yea, I'm really sorry you drove me from your house in the first place, otherwise I would be glad to nurse my sick cat back to health, and thirdly... YOU HAD NO INTENT ON GETTING HIM MEDS AT ALL- SO WHY ACCUSE ME OF NOT OFFERING TO PAY FOR THEM!!!
I am so hurt...why lie to me like this??
Can anyone explain this...
Am I overreacting? God, my cat's gone... they screwed me and Smokey over big time. This may be unforgiveable...
I'm out.