A horrible thing happened Saturday night. At one point, I was on my knees in the bathroom crying, because I felt like such a stupid, stupid person--one who caused someone she loves great pain
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I'm so sorry. I'm glad that Chester will be OK though. Guinea Pigs seem like fiarly tough little critters and I'm sure in no time Chester will be all better and will have forgotten all about it. Chester didn't get hurt because you were neglent, you tried to put them together so they'd have company, so they would be happier.
Thanks for saying that. I was almost afraid to post about this, because I figured it'd end up in stupidpetowners. What happened doesn't make me sound like such a great person, but I really had good intentions. And hopefully getting Chester to the vet that night shows just how much I care about him.
I think the worst part of the story is the woman with the dachsund. I've never been all crazy super-duper animal rights or anything, but turning anyone away from medical care because they don't have cash -- human, dachsund, guinea pig -- just isn't right.
I know! I kept scanning the walls of the waiting room, hoping to see one of those "We don't discriminate and we will provide medical care to everyone" signs like they post in hospital waiting rooms. Obviously, there wasn't one.
I tried to give the clinic the benefit of the doubt, since they do have to make money. I imagine a lot of people try to bring in strays that look sickly or that have been hit by a car, and they just abandon them, forcing the clinic to foot the bill.
In the end, though, I know that people simply don't treat animals as well as they should. Perhaps the opinion of the medical profession is: if you can't afford to take care of your pet, then it's just as well if it dies.
Also, after much debate, the vet decided not to force the woman to take her injured dog with her to the ATM and instead took the dog into an exam room to wait for the owner. I have no idea how this turned out, but there was Dachsund-high blood on the walls when we were finally admitted into the exam area.
Thanks, Mip. Aside from the obvious scar, Chester seems just fine and healthy. I know the cut almost certainly wasn't life threatening (unless it were to get infected), but it was still a very traumatic experience. I'm just not sure if it was more traumatic for me or for Chester. Something tells me it's me. I really hope so.
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I tried to give the clinic the benefit of the doubt, since they do have to make money. I imagine a lot of people try to bring in strays that look sickly or that have been hit by a car, and they just abandon them, forcing the clinic to foot the bill.
In the end, though, I know that people simply don't treat animals as well as they should. Perhaps the opinion of the medical profession is: if you can't afford to take care of your pet, then it's just as well if it dies.
Also, after much debate, the vet decided not to force the woman to take her injured dog with her to the ATM and instead took the dog into an exam room to wait for the owner. I have no idea how this turned out, but there was Dachsund-high blood on the walls when we were finally admitted into the exam area.
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