Okay, my two hanky cry is over and I have a quick story of one of the 99.9% of Vets out here.
We were heading for Alaska and knew that the DDs could not take care of our cat Spike. His chronic renal failure and other health issues were too much for them with their hectic and odd ball schedules so we ask Dr. Cartwright for a referral in Anchorage. He had no personal knowledge of anyone up North but gave us some names and phone numbers. We had planned on flying around AK for ten consecutive days and could not take Spike.
Well we set aside a whole day to visit the referrals and see how we felt about them. We spent from about 9:00 until noon and visited about 4 vets, none of them or their staffs seem very caring. That was just a first impression and they may have wonderful people and places for Spike. After lunch we looked up Vets in the Anchorage phone book, there are a lot of them, it seems everyone in AK has several pets. Way out by the zoo was one we found in the yellow pages, When Spike and I walked in we found treats for dogs, cats. birds and even reptiles and oh yeah, people and lovely, lovely ladies in bright colorful smocks behind the counter. We went through the story of his health and why we needed to board him with one of those lovely ladies. She excused herself after looking a her computer for a couple of minutes and then went into the back of the hospital.
She emerged from the back with a nurse in a starched white and very severe smock on, introduced her to Spike first and then to me. She questioned me regarding Spike and how to handle his every other day hydration and his quilt and his towel and she was anything but starched and crisp. She told me she had another cat with similar problems and how she felt he was dying and then she started to cry over the probability that the other cat would die in a few days and that all she could do was make him comfortable. All this time she and Spike are snuggling and getting to know one another.
After about a half an hour talking, I thanked the nurse and made an appointment to bring Spike back for his hotel stay. The nurse had taken Spike's Vets name and number to verify health history and for an additional copy of the shot certification.
I walked back to the MoHo with Spike and told Sharon we had found a place for Spike. She knew if I was willing to leave Spike there it had been someplace special so no questions the decision had been made.
The upshot is that Spike stayed there while we flew into the bush and other places and when we returned the Nurse brought him out and gave us a run down on how he faired. He was in good health for all his ailments and had even gained 3 pounds. She mentioned she would like to keep him a while longer but knew that he was ours and she couldn't adopt him. When I put his carrier on the floor he said his goodbye to the nurse and walked into his carrier and curled up on his quilt.
If anyone needs a referral in Anchorage, please feel free to PM me and I will find the information for you. That Vet's office and hospital was one of the 1 or 2 percent of that 99.9%.