I know some of you have heard about Ellie. For those of you who haven't, she was attacked Friday evening just as we were leaving the garage for a walk. A young man just happened to be across the street and came to Ellie's rescue. Without his efforts, Ellie would not have survived. Another kind neighbor drove me to the vet. I'll spare the details, but she had emergency surgery and came home this evening. Thankfully her organs weren't damaged other than the spleen which was removed. Poor baby is hurting. She is on my lap as I type and often whimpers. It just breaks my heart. She will go to work with me tomorrow so she won't be alone. The first two pictures were taken yesterday . . .
. . . and here she is today before coming home.
This really ticks me off (to put it politely). These signs are in several areas of the pet hospital. I had to pay for the surgery before it was performed. What they charged me for an additional 34 hours of care would make your head spin. When I was checking out, I asked them what if people couldn't pay? They said they just don't treat them. "So you let them die?", I asked. No, we just don't treat them was there response. I know it's a business, but I just have a hard time comprehending how they can be so callous.
Please say a little prayer for a speedy recovery.
Thanks so much for stopping by.
Pug hugs :)