I drop my kitten, Rowdy, off at her veterinarian at 0700 in the morning for her spay.
I had asked last week about having a spay done at a shelter for a lot less money and had decided to go with the shelter and save about $300.00. Sadly money had a lot to do with it, it's been a tough month.
I took her to her vet for the third (and last) booster and while there asked the Vet if she would mind doing the aftercare on Rowdy. She told me of course and that she understood the cost difference.
While I was paying for the visit and picking up some high priced food she won't touch, the Veterinarian came up beside me and asked "You really love that kitten don't you?", of course I replied "Yes". She told me to bring her in on her (The Vets) surgery day, tomorrow, and she would charge me what the shelter would charge me. She said that would allow for continuum of care for Rowdy.
This was offered out of the blue, I would never presume to ask a professional to lower their price.
I consider myself pretty unemotional and stoic. Until then. Maybe it was the lousy month I was having or the kindness of the vet but I started crying like a little kid. I had to sit in my truck and gather myself before driving home.
A long post about not too much. Hope everyone has a great week. Bob
Courage is endurance for one moment more…
Unknown Marine Second Lieutenant in Vietnam