RIP Storm

Storm passed away today during a car trip to the animal hospital. It came as a bit of a shock since I really did expect her to make a recovery from her recent illness. Her condition deteriorated rapidly this week when she stopped eating on her own after being started on Baytril about a week ago. Although she was being force fed I guess the food wasn't enough to sustain her strength. By Saturday evening she had lost the use of her hind legs.

I must admit that I'm more than a little bit angry with my vet because I don't feel like he took her illness serious enough when I first took her to see him three weeks ago. Even when I called last weekend to try to make an emergency follow up appointment because I felt like Storm was getting worse, I felt like I was given the brush off. The vet simply told me to start her on a prescription of Baytril because it sounded like a possible bladder infection. Then today when I was standing in the hospital waiting for them to confirm that there was no heartbeat, the vet had the nerve to ask me if she had been suffering from an upper respiratory infection. Now I understand that he must see a lot of patients throughout the week, but it made me mad. I politely reminded him that I had initially brought her in for bleeding. Then I said that I believed it must have been bladder stones or a blockage. He just kind of nodded his head in agreement.

I should have insisted on X-rays the first time I took her in. I don't think Storm should have died from a bladder infection or whatever it may have been. You want to believe that the doctors are trained and know better than you how to treat an animal. Yet recently I've felt like the doctors could care less what happens to my little ones.