My old vet was appalling. Just thinking about her makes me angry. And I worry I let my Bonnie-girl down by taking her to see that woman. But at the time, they were the only vets in my area and I wasn't very well myself. But this woman was rough, admitted she knew nothing about rabbits and barely examined my rabbit when she had stopped eaten and gone all lethargic. All she could say was, 'hm, well, it doesn't look like VHD'. She then told me to try and feed her, and if she didn't, bring her back the next day, as an emergency.
I did that, and she got really snappy with me - saying I hadn't made an appointment. How could I? I hadn't known she'd still be ill, she'd told me to bring her in first thing, so she reluctantly squeezed me in. I was so upset I was crying in the waiting room... but when I went in I managed to stop. She suggested sending Bonnie off to be xrayed, I told her that no, she wouldn't be doing that, and that Bonnie would die because she was too weak. Which she then agreed to. When it came to taking Barney, I was prepared to walk back out if that woman was still there.. Thankfully, we now have a new Irish guy, who despite looking at me funny whenever I bring my bunnies for vaccines, seems more knowing. ^^