Oct 11th, my cat got stuck in a cabinet. When I got him out, he went and put his head to my mom's care tire. Picking him up, he started to jerk and "paddle" as I was later told. His head was twisted t... Read More
Oct 11th, my cat got stuck in a cabinet. When I got him out, he went and put his head to my mom's care tire. Picking him up, he started to jerk and "paddle" as I was later told. His head was twisted to the side. It was Sunday and this place the closest we could reach that was open.A week before, I gave him ear mite meds. I explained it had been a week since the meds were put into his ear, and how we found him, how he had to have gotten there, which was falling though the back of the cabinet, since we always locked the doors to it. They told me off the bat, without really looking at him, that his mini comas and "paddling" were my fault because of the meds I used on him, barely checking him for other wounds he might of gotten from getting stuck. Then they told us that since the meds were the cause we would of seen the signs before he got stuck. He never showed anything. They then told us to leave him so they could wash his ears out and watch for any signs of getting better. I was getting worried and scared for him, so I kept calling every couple of hours in the night. They told me there was no change, he was the same as when I brought him in, I begged them that since there was no change, that it meant the meds weren't the cause and to help my kitty, I would of gone up there to be with him and to take him anywhere else if I needed to, I told them, begged them. They told me there was nothing to do, that they couldn't tell me more till the doctor comes on at 8 am. The next day on the 12th, the doctor called to tell me that he wasn't getting better and I had to put him down, there was nothing I could do, I told him to leave my cat alone, that I wanted to be there for it. He then told me that during the night, my cat couldn't keep up his body heat and therefore had to be placed with heaters. I called all night!! ALL NIGHT!!! They never once told me of that! Then I begged him if there was more to do, if I could take him somewhere else for a second look, he told me I could, but he already had a second look, since there WAS A DOCTOR ALL NIGHT! If there was a Doctor all night there, then why was I told, "We can't say or do nothing else, till the doctor comes ON SHIFT AT 8AM"?!?! That says there was no doctor at night!! He didn't have a second say!! I went there and I was the only person there, I was let in to see my cat and I stayed by his side. His ears flicked at my voice, my nicknames to him. His head was no longer twisted about, he had his tongue out at times, he still paddled, but he was showing signs. I called for the doctor and nurses, the doctor was in the same room as me, yet I was ingored. I kept trying to tell them, I put pressure on his spine after seeing how touching there eased his paddles and calmed him, they didn't answer my calls. I sat there begging for help, looking to my cat who looked in such pain. I finally gave up, as I held him, dad told me, that he wouldn't of felt a thing, that his eyes would shut and he'd sleep, but his eyes jerked open and same with his mouth, he was frozen with a face full of pain before they got him with a second shot. I've seen other cats put down, I never saw them get two shots before, and with some blue color to it. After he was gone, the doctor finally came to me, telling me that I did have options. They never gave me the option, never helped me to try and take him out of their place, they left me alone with my cat when I could see was in pain, forcing me to break down and end his life to "help him". I was offered his body, or his ashes, then his ashes to be spread by someone else, "A group" or by myself, I asked to know where they threw the ashes, and they told me, "It's not our place to say where since we don;t know." I asked for his ashes for myself.Mom got called on the 16th, that his ashes were there. Yet when I called on the 18th, in the morning to confirm, they told me "We'll call you when his ashes come in.". When mom told me, I called them back later that day, and their words then were, "Sure I see him here.". Please, don't take your pet to this place. Read Less