Give me money.....that's what I want.....
Tom was put down tonight. £6,000 those fucking "I want to be a vet" parasites made out of his last fortnight.
I hope you're fucking proud.
I hope that, as you drift off to sleep tonight, you remember the idealism, the desire, the wish to right all wrongs that, hopefully, filled your youthful thoughts.
So just when, precisely, did you become a cynical twat who allows an animal to linger on for another week or two? So you can earn a couple more "grand" for you or the company you work for? A couple of grand that makes you look good in the eyes of the directors and shareholders. A couple of grand that the the poor fuckers who adore the animal can't afford? Professionals? Fuck off. Scum. £6,000. You knew he wouldn't survive. You preyed on the inherent humanity of a couple of kids who, at the very least, will be able to say: "we did all we could".
Vets? Fuck 'em.
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Steve, so very sorry to hear that. Our best wishes from all of us Chez Faery. Including the cats. x
Vets. No wonder ours has 2 holidays in Barbados every year.
With regard to that last line - if we're talking Trude Mostue - that Norwegian TV vet then fine. She can even hold an ailing hamster while we are otherwise engaged.
My sympathies entirely. It seems that everytime we take Barney for a booster/checkup or whatever, our vet 'advises' us further treatment for some hitherto unknown complaint we didn't know he had.
My last dog never had an innoculation in her life. And she lived to the good old age of 16, when I decided the world was no longer a comforable and worthwhile place to be.
Are we being cynical? I think not.
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