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Been watching this live daily since Amber took to the stand and looking back at Johnny’s testimonies when I have been able to.
Whoever’s side you are on, or even if you are a neutral, there is no denying it has been interesting. I can’t call it but I will be staying around until the end to find out!
When someone you wasted twenty years of your life on takes to twitter to moan to a stranger about you, rather than speaking to you about it, and then proceeds to call YOU immature?🤷🏻♀️
For the record. I do not have a low mental capacity, a negative attitude or behavioural issues. I am neither immature or petty and I certainly do not need to be pitied (To make references about a person’s mental capacity is both shallow and shameful).
I am however, able to take banter and have a sense of humour (despite debilitating illness) something that this person is sadly lacking. This person does however have the ability to be so far up their own backside they must be finding it hard to breathe all while maintaining the talent of wrapping themself up in their own self importance.
Their support bandwagon swapping was the source of the supposed jokey banter from me that they rather dramatically refer to as failure to ‘agree to disagree’.
It may be a good idea for said person to delete all the comments they wrote instead of just a few. It kind of lets the cat out of the bag! I firmly believe I was never meant to see the tweets in question (I had been blocked) and will be forever thankful to the person who brought them to my attention.
To the author of the said tweets I say this….Your tweets do not say much for your so called good catholic values!
Nevermind I can take it, say a few ‘Hail Mary’s’ on Sunday and it is all forgotten.🙄✝️
I ditched that religious nonsense years ago.
I do firmly believe though that what goes around comes around and that Karma in time is a bitch. I hope it slaps this person in the face when the time comes……
Enough about this weary tale, far more interesting things to blog about. Will be back soon….Please stand by….
“It’s a measure of their solidarity. Like, he would wear a tartan tie that matched the tartan print of her skirt. And that’s a look that we fought for to keep, because I just find it to be so adorable and such an obvious mark of their relationship.” — Vera Farmiga
Vera Farmiga as Lorraine Warren in The Conjuring 2 | requested by @sunfl0werintherain
Look, I know how it is. I know what it’s like to lose your friends because you’re different. But I also know that one person can change everything, and you just have to open up to them.
On the 16th June 2015 we welcomed a gorgeous kitten into our home. He was ginger and white and we named him Oscar.
We kept him as a house cat and registered him immediately with our local village vet and insured him with Petplan.
What ensued was joy, laughter and many, many cuddles. He was our everything!
On the 1st June, 2021 everything changed and the upset caused by our veterinary surgery will stay with me until I draw my last breath.
Oscar was just over six years old. He was born 8th April, 2015.
On the said morning we got up as normal. It was around eight in the morning when I realised Oscar had gone to his litter tray as normal but could not pee. This was a new thing and because it had never happened before I contacted our local vet immediately. They were great, saw him straight away and diagnosed a block bladder. In other words a Urinary Tract Infection. He was given medication and a change of diet was recommended. We changed it to a UTI diet straight away.
A week later there was no improvement. Everything was repeated and then a week after that having kept him in overnight to keep him on fluids and emptying his bladder at the vets suggestion and with our agreement, he was transferred kindly by them (we had no transport) to an Animal Hospital in the neighbouring county.
That evening the hospital surgeon did a Perineal Urethrostomy. This involves removing your cat's penis and creating a new opening for him to pee from. Two days after the operation our local vet kindly took us to visit. He was still unwell and we (family) by this point had discussed the possibility of having to let Oscar go. We agreed to only allow his suffering to go on for so long. This was not a decision taken lightly and involved a lot of discussion.
Insurance cover for him was £7,000 with a new policy due to start mid treatment, so money was not an issue for us.
I felt better when I saw him but inside I knew our boy was unhappy. We discussed his prognosis with his surgeon and the senior vet of our local surgery on the carpark of the hospital (covid restrictions). At this point I should mention that the original local vet looking after Oscar was on a week's annual leave. A mutual decision was made to continue treatment and Oscar remained at the hospital. On the journey back the senior vet explained she had with her what was required if we had decided to let Oscar go because she knew we had been considering it after of the hospital's update that morning. She had been prepared to do it on the back seat of her car rather than let Oscar travel all the way back to our local practice to have it done.
At this point we were led to believe there was an excellent chance Oscar would be okay but that scar tissue could possibly cause further blockage problems over the weeks that followed. This was a Friday two days after the operation. Before going to the hospital Oscar was off his food, daily hospital updates told us he was eating again.
The following Wednesday, one week after the operation he was returned to our vets and we picked him up. He came home but needed to be in a cage for two weeks...
He was quite upbeat through the rest of Wednesday and Thursday, eating and passing water. On the Thursday we took him up to the local vets, he was seen by the senior vet and his bladder was checked. All was fine. I asked if there was a chance of reblocking and she said we who have to be terribly unlucky. I felt a bit better.
Friday morning things had changed and not for the good. Oscar looked down and I noticed him crouching but he couldn't pee my heart sank so much so I took him from his cage and sat him on my knee, stroking him, kissing him and talking to him. He was looking at me so fed up. He was not my boy, he was sad and in distress. I knew in my heart that we could be reaching the end of the road.
We were discussing taking him up to the local vet when they rang us to say the results of a urine test taken at the hospital on the day of discharge revealed he had an infection and to go up for antibiotics. I explained how he was and we took him up too. His bladder was half full and the original vet, now back from holiday, had to drain him. She came back out to us (covid restrictions meant waiting outside) and said we would need to take him up the following morning (Saturday) to be drained again and on the Monday he would need to be returned to the animal hospital.
We said no and it was then that the vet's attitude towards me changed massively.
My elderly mum was heartbroken and had been all week. She had told me it was breaking her heart seeing our precious boy so bad. Whilst in his cage he had been looking at us as if to say what have I done wrong? We had already agreed with each other that it was what we thought was best for Oscar (not us) that counted and so after discussing it again Mum decided to wait at the rear of the carpark.
I told the vet we had made the decision to euthanise Oscar, (something that was nearly done exactly a week before). He had been sedated several times during treatment to the extent they couldn't find a vein in his little paws (her words not mine).
Upon hearing our decision and her going back into the surgery for what felt like a lifetime, I had a clipboard literally thrown into my hands along with a pen to sign the consent form. She told me she was not prepared to do it, insensitively asking us to sign Oscar over (which I thought was utterly disgusting) even though there was absolutely no guarantee that they wouldn't euthanise him themselves at a later date. I was absolutely dumbfounded by that. Why would I sign over my precious pet to strangers, frightening him and stressing him out yet again so that they could then do at a later date what we currently wanted? As she was not prepared to do it she then asked yet another vet to take over and put Oscar to sleep. Her childishness was totally off the scale. Oscar was sedated by her and I entered the room to be met by one of the biggest glares from the assisting veterinary nurse. If looks could have killed, I would have been six feet under. In other circumstances I would have gone mad at her. I would not even let someone I know look at me like that and get away with it nevermind someone who like her colleague was supposed to be a professional. She had cared for and transported Oscar to and from the hospital, so of course I could appreciate she was upset and the vet too (I unlike them am not heartless). I was heartbroken and no matter how bad they felt, I can guarantee myself and Mum felt a thousand times worse. The vet needs to learn about handling owners feelings and how to conduct herself in times of difficulty. Both were, in my opinion, totally unprofessional and insensitive.
I was in bits on one of the most saddest and upsetting days of my life. Oscar was our precious boy, who we loved dearly, he was our pet and it was our decision to make, not theirs! We were putting his suffering ahead of our feelings something both members of staff did not understand or even care about.
The date Oscar left us was the 25th June, 2021. This is a date that will be etched in my heart forever for the all wrong reasons. What was a very sad and emotional day was made even worse by two members of staff at that practice.
Up until that point they had been great, but part of me thinks that it was more down to Oscar being insured, than concern for him. Why? Because the senior vet had shared with us on the journey home from the animal hospital a case that same week where a puppy that they could have helped was put to sleep because the young couple who owned it had no insurance and no way to pay.
We could have been in the same situation only for Oscar's insurance which did not cover everything and we had another £485 to worry about for treatment carried out by the hospital that was not covered by his insurance because it was carried out before his new insurance kicked in.
No way could we have paid for all that treatment on our own which therefore suggests to me that they would have ending up telling us euthanasia of Oscar was the only option had it not been for his insurance. They tried to make out they were concerned. Not concerned enough for that poor puppy though.
I have complained and received a disgusting, uncaring, could not care less reply from their Practice Manager taking the moral high ground. She was more bothered about her staffs feelings than the distressed owner that had brought them the business.
The reason for sharing all of this is to make people aware of how this practice treated us because they did not agree with that fact we were not prepared to keep putting Oscar through all the pain and suffering.
He was our furbaby and meant the world to us. I fully intend to share our story with everyone I know and more.
All I wanted was an apology for the way the vet and nurse treated me that day. The Practice Manager who also has an attitude problem said no.
I put my complaint in writing and have her disgusting written response for my records which is full of arrogance. Her response conveniently mentions nothing about the fact Oscar’s health had gone downhill that Friday. Everything we had done was on their recommendation. All it did was give Oscar more misery which we were not prepared to inflict on him any longer.
The veterinary surgery concerned is Gilmore Vets in Wigan who at one time were a family run practice in the village where I was born, grew up and still live. We took our dog there when I was younger in the 1980/90's. A few years ago the founder retired and the practice was taken over by a company, Independent Vetcare* (IVC). I have yet to here from them regarding my complaint but don't hold up much hope. They will all stick together of that I have no doubt.
It was never my intention to get anyone into trouble. I just wanted acknowledgement that their attitude towards me was unacceptable.
I have read reviews and spoken to people over the last month who have had bad experiences with the same practice.
Please be careful if you have pets about the vet you choose to use. While their care may be great, money (insurance cover) will always play it's part. They will also think they have the right to tell you how you should feel about your pet and try to dictate to you what you should do about your sick animal. I am sure there are many great practices out there but this is not one of them.
Even over a month later, and with two new budgies to care for, my heart still breaks and I still feel sick to the stomach by the whole experience. I suffer with a lot of bad health and feel totally drained by all they put us through. Before my complaint was dealt with I told them to remove my details from their books. I now regret that because I have been told that they send snotty letters out telling owners to find alternative vets if they have had disagreements i.e. the owners haven’t agreed with or have complained about them. How I would have loved one of those for my records. The whole upsetting experience has taken up six weeks of my life due to the complaints process.
On a happier note. Oscar is back with us now. He was cremated and rests peacefully in the corner of our living room. He is where he should be.
Since all of this my Mum has told me how proud she is of me. She knows I was heartbroken💔 and that it was an awful thing to have to deal with. That I did for Oscar what we both agreed. She thanked me for seeing him over Rainbow Bridge🌈. My mum is in full agreement and is as disgusted as me regarding the vet experience that day.
For Oscar 8th April 2015 - 25th June 2021.
Rest In Peace Little Angel 🐈💔🌈🥀
Thank you for reading and stay safe.
Steph x
NB: I have a chronic fatigue and pain condition that makes writing hard so I apologise for lack of grammar and any errors. I am not stupid, just ruddy tired!!!!😌😀
* I heard back from IVC on 10th August, 2021. As expected they backed Gilmore's up 100%. They both say that they consider the matter closed. Not that this changes anything for me. Not at all.
Footnote: We always said that if anything happened to Oscar, when the time was right, we would adopt a rescue kitten or cat because we can provide such a gentle, loving home. Not after this though. The actions of this veterinary practice on the day in question has sickened me that much that I do not think I could ever take a pet of mine near any vet again.
Thank you for taking time to view.Apologies for how I look peeps! I suffer bad health. I would not normally post this type of video but just
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