We then had to transport a confused dog, his leg in plaster to hold the drip in, to the doggy hospital which was on the other side of town only to be told he would be in till Tuesday and could they have a £200 deposit, oh and by the way if we have to operate the price could go up to £1700.
Well thank God for pet insurance, though we still have to find the up front money first. Besides other than having an otherwise healthy 5 year old dog put down what else were we to do?
By the time we got home, I only had time for a 1 hour catnap before heading into work hoping that it would be quiet tonight because of the bank holiday tomorrow. No such luck...
I'll get through tonight on extra strong coffee and the hope that nothing requiring logical thought is required.
The one thing I will note, is that paying for treatment means you get the treatment there and then, same day, no waiting lists, no real queues, no fuss, just the feeling you're paying through the nose even if you'll get it back. Wouldn't mind a bit if the NHS was the same.
Lucky dog.
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