I used to be very thankful of this place due to their prices, but after a bad experience I’d never go back. My cat, Watson, came in with a swollen stomach at the end of April. They found a tumor and w... Read More
I used to be very thankful of this place due to their prices, but after a bad experience I’d never go back. My cat, Watson, came in with a swollen stomach at the end of April. They found a tumor and we scheduled an operation and he was given a prescription for chemo. They never informed me of the side effects of the chemo, and never offered any other treatment or explanation as to what was going on.
It wasn’t until researching myself that I realized how sick that could make him, so I decided against it. The time for his operation comes around and he becomes anemic, and they say there’s nothing they can do. Bullshit. They could have done a blood transfusion and operation to remove the tumor and stabilize him, but I wasn’t informed of that until I took him to another vet.
It could have been benign for all we knew, and I’m sure a fine needle aspiration would have been able to show that, but it was never offered and I didn’t know it was an option until I went to another vet, once again. They didn’t even offer to do another ultrasound to check to see if the tumor spread. They simply said okay here’s your dying cat, bye. Sorry, good luck!
And when I’m told by Cypress that basically there was nothing we could do and he was going to die, I ask if we can put him down. They say “oh well we don’t want to put down a happy pet.” Are you fucking kidding me?
He had a tumor on his spleen that could rupture at any moment and kill him almost instantly. He was not a “happy pet.” He was bleeding to death from the inside. He had anemia, FIV, and likely cancer that was literally killing him. He was breathing so heavy and his heart was going crazy and he was super lethargic with a giant stomach full of blood.
How insensitive can you possibly be? I was told this by both the doctor and the receptionist.
So now I had to take my sorry ass and my dying cat elsewhere where I’m actually informed of all the options, but by then he’s on the brink of death and has to be put down. I can only guess he had cancer, but I guess we won’t fucking know for sure now that he’s a pile of crushed bones and ash in a tiny plastic bag, now will we?
I was told there was nothing to be done which wasn’t true. I was denied the opportunity to put my cat out of his misery. Absolutely unacceptable. Read Less