"Babe occupies the co-pilot's seat as Tuck takes the helm for our return trip from Christmas Central — Camelot-by-the-Sea — back home to Chelsea-by-the-Sea," we captioned this image of our beloved in our post "Baby is my co-pilot" four years back, noting, "The wind- and snow-swept causeway that connects Goomp's idyllic Western Point to greater York stretches ahead with salt marshes, harbor inlets and tree-covered isles and land masses in the distance."
"If I were a doctor, I would immediately take the animal out of the carrier and hold him and try to get a feel," we imailed our sis this morning, trying to come to terms with the MSPCA doctors' apparent cluelessness in the last few weeks and days in diagnosing Baby's illness:
I just haven't been able to find a vet I truly trusted, other than Tiny's Angell vet, Dr. WIlliams, since our beloved Chelsea vet, Dr. Lewis retired a couple of years back.
We noticed a psychological detachment in both the internal medicine doctor who took over Baby's case from Dr. Williams a couple of weeks back and the doctor on call yesterday around 3 a.m. when we arrived with our precious boy at Angell's emergency room when he was presenting with strange, unprecedented breathing sounds.
Want to know what was so wrong about both doctors' approach?
Instead of taking the animal in hand and getting a "feel" for what might be wrong, both spent minute after minute typing things into a laptop computer as they asked us questions and referred absent-mindedly to data on file. (We remember saying something specifically about Baby that the emergency doctor completely missed in a requestioning. A stressful job, but she is supposed to be the professional. It didn't inspire confidence.) That is so far removed from what we would look for in a healer. Is this coldness where political correctness and technology have taken us? These doctors are supposed to represent the cutting edge of veterinarian medicine, but do they? Whatever happened to the bedside manner? Dr. Williams has it in spades, as did several emergency doctors we saw in the last couple of weeks, but the two doctors whose names we will not mention here to whose care we entrusted our beloved Baby in his last hours and days on earth were coldly clinical.
We: It's making me wonder whether PC and all other things modrin have infiltrated the veterinarian educational system.
She: TOTALLY!!! Plus, they have the Messiah complex, and love to have you pay thousands of dollars so they can play with their new technologies.
We: Yah. The CAT scan last week, even as a simple thorough dental exam yesterday apparently revealed the problem.
She: It seems so ridiculous that they never looked at the whole cat, and as you said, tried to "get a feel" for what might be wrong.
We: I know. Am trying to think of how to handle this. Should I blog about it and send to the powers that be at Angell? I want to talk with Baby'e internal medicine doctor first … left a message for him to call … Will he try to justify?
She: BUT, I will say this to you, Darling try not to beat yourself up over the "what-ifs." Re: what should you do? Wait a few days and then do what feels right for you. I definitely sense that blogging about it will help you, and am sure you will get many substantive comments.
We rest our case as of now. Tiny senses we are upset but doesn't understand why. Also, all superstitious attempts to ward off heartbreak didn't pan out.