The other day I received a note form one of my very nicest customers. Her dog was just diagnosed with a serious disease.
This is a wonderful person that takes her dog to every specialist there is for veterinary medicine, and skies the limit when it comes to pet health care. She loves her dogs very much.
Suddenly, this sweet dog comes down with heart failure......after the multiple vet visits, and only then in an emergency situation, did they finally figure out there was a problem with the heart.
Prior to the visit where she learned of the problem, she had been to these "specialists" several times.
I'm sorry, but it seems that to me, the more money that people pay to these "specialists" the less return there is on the investment.
The pet is put on so many different drugs, that eventually the side effects of the drugs then result in another devastating life ending disease. Robbing Peter to pay Paul perhaps?
And who became richer from the progression?
I know we want our dogs and cats to live a long life, but just as with people, the health care industry has grown exponentially, and at the end of the day are we seeing the dividends of the investment?
Knowing that our investments have been wise choices shouldn't we be witnessing the longer lives of our pets? The last time I checked the statistics, they were actually living shorter lives.
Things that make you go hummmmm.
Friday, May 23, 2008
Big Thoughts
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I have always thought quality of life mattered more, but I *completely* understand why people do things like that.
I will not begin to tell you the money I've spent on my suicidal cat - the one who ate ant poison (really my fault for taking her in the yard forgetting it was there), ate a poisonous plant (again me - I didn't know) and then stopped eating altogether at one point and developed hepatic lipidosis and needed a feeding tube to reverse it. The other cats - not so much. But I was reallllllly disappointed in how long it took for my vet to recognize the first episode was a poisoning. 3 visits to the vet and then my kitty lost the use of her back legs and was seizing before they realized it was an emergency situation. Damn sometimes I wish these animals could talk.
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