She's just given me the best birthday pressie ever: she chased Sam round the bedroom, then played with my old hair toggles! I'm letting her out now for a few hours in the evening.
What concerns me most about the vets now fiasco, is that many would have had her pts on the advise of a half asleep, uninterested vet (who was supposedly ready-for-all-emergencies; more like I'd disturbed his beauty sleep!) and not have a happy oldie, but a dead one. This maddens me more than the cost or inconvenience. All that is water under the bridge now she is so much better. I can't help thinking: "what if it had been someone else, someone who took him at his word?" People of my mother's generation believe that doctors and vets are like gods, and their word is law; they don't stop to question whether they are wrong. Many younger people still think the same way.
I feel for all the other puddies this vet has casually condemned to be pts when it wasn't necessary.
If I haven't heard more from vets now by the beginning of next week, I'll get in touch again.
I don't like to say anything to my own vet because he is excellent and may consider it a criticism of the practise, rather than of vets now. I wouldn't want to offend him, he really pulled Polly round.
