Had a long text conversation with my middle son last night. He'd had a short phone conversation with his father and needed to check in with someone who understood how bad he can make you feel, all while appearing so "nice".
The family cat stayed with my ex - it had been this son's cat. The cat is old (17) but not ancient. Ex tells son that he believes the cat is going to die (on her last legs). Son innocently asks if he has taken the cat to the vet and ex replies that he "doesn't trust vets" (he's a doctor and he doesn't trust veterinarians???) and that he'd "felt her for lumps" and was giving her vitamins.
Now - of course feeling for lumps doesn't rule out kidney disease or infection or diabetes or thyroid disease or any number of other treatable ailments that a cat might have as they get older. And he's treating the cat with vitamins after spending years deriding me for using vitamins and supplements in my practice??? Seriously???
And as my son says, he's a well-off doctor, just find ANOTHER vet if you don't like the one you have. I mean, we all realize a 17 year old cat MIGHT be dying of old age, but she equally well might have some treatable condition, one that a VET would know a lot more about than a surgeon!!! Ugh.
