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| - I still struggle with this one. I definitely have mixed feelings and mixed reviews.
Late one Saturday night (11 pm) in November of 2017, I saw my cat lie in his box. When he emerged, he was stumbling. Since he had hypertrophic cardiomyopathy, I knew not to mess around, and my dad and I flew to VCA. By the time we got there, he was open mouthed breathing, which isn't a good sign. They took him in right away.
Then hours passed. Every time I asked about him, I was assured that he was stable, and there were "other critical cases ahead of me." There were maybe 4 or 5 others there when we arrived. I finally saw a vet at 5 am (4am if you count the time change). By then, my kitty was clearly aggravated, and they had to sedate him for tests. I agreed, and we ultimately decided for us to leave for a few hours for some sleep before picking him up.
$900 later, Ollie got a clean bill of health. I did feel that they covered their bases: neurological exam, x-rays, bloodwork, etc. It just didn't show anything, which is remarkable. When I brought Ollie home the next morning, he still seemed a bit drugged, but he ate some and used his box. He continued to decline over the course of the day, and I called VCA twice. They said that he could be still under the anesthetic, or I could bring him in. I knew that if I did, we'd wait hours, my cat would see red, and I would be charged $$$ for who knows what.
Unfortunately, my kitty declined overnight. Since we have very young children, I couldn't just pick up and leave in the middle of the night without backup. So I watched him decline...he stopped eating, stopped drinking, stopped moving.
I took my kitty to our regular vet before they opened the next morning, 36 hours after this all began. He diagnosed a stroke and brain damage. Realistically , there was nothing that could have been done, so I said goodbye to a very dear friend.
I have been haunted by my night at VCA ever since....I was continually reminded that "other critical cases" were ahead of us, but after talking to everyone there, we were the most critical folks there. I told them about my kitty's heart. Ultimately, his heart killed him, only hours later. In hindsight, I wondered if we would have fared better elsewhere. I'll never know, but the whole episode left a bad feeling that I will never forget.
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