The moment you step into the vet's office, a secret clock tick, tick, ticks...delving into your pockets for blood. "It's $100, no $1000, pardon me. Pay up." I brought my dog to the vet's office. Apparently, his cough might be related to his colon; his bad breath might be related to his feet, maybe gout. They stand at you, tell you of all these most necessary tests, and while you're at it, see our fancy poop bags, and super extra food that'll have them dancing by noon. I couldn't afford all the tests, so asked if all were really necessary, and I get a stare that I'm sure is meant to make me so guilty that I sell my body to pay what probably costs you ten bucks. It was only through the help of a great friend who paid over a thousand bucks, and then, the vet says that my little doggie is fine, just try these vitamins we have.

People make fun of lawyers, and they got it all wrong. It's the vets that charge you your first born, and my my, that's a nice set of fingers you have.

My friend also brought her cat in. It was in distress, very old and needed to be put to sleep. She asked if she could make payments over two months, as she was completely broke and poor. The vet's office refused her! (It was about $100.) She had to leave again with the suffering animal.

Fuck you, you so called animal doctors. You should be ashamed of how you suck all the blood money you can get out of people. Yeah, fuck you. I hear all the time about how vets went into the profession out of a love for animals. Where is the love to refuse to put a suffering animal down? Was she supposed to throw the cat in the harbour? Put aside your greedy pockets and remember your oath to help animals. Allow payments. Don't entice customers with your new age food. I could care less that your poop bags have flowers on them. Start looking at your patients as worthwhile creatures that deserve your expertise. Stop looking at your patients and seeing the new deck on your house. You all truly disgust me. —Just Want to Take Care of My Pets