This week I had the vet visit to Hell. Marco is a very agreeable cat who likes the car (dangerous but a 10 minute drive on side roads) and resents being placed in a carrier. He needed some follow up blood work and a pee sample. On Monday I got the call, 'He's making a fuss, bladder is empty and this isn't working, come get him'.
I tried again on Tuesday, dropped him off at 8AM and knew this might take all day. We're not allowed in the door but I asked to briefly come in out of the scorching sun to explain something and the tech took a step forward to block the door, 'NO, you'll tell me right here'.
Marco was abused with a spray bottle before we rescued him. All you have to know is that if you use a spray bottle to disinfect the exam table and Marco sees this it's all over. The receptionist is a tech and both her and the lead tech know my voice on the phone, I called back when I got home and explained that one simple thing. Everything worked out and when I brought Marco home he plopped down in front of the water bowl like nothing had ever happened.
Your cat or dog is basically a piece of meat when they go behind the door. I don't expect a floral print sofa and aroma therapy candles for them, all I want is for someone to listen to me. Is that really so hard?