I'm OK. They won't be put to sleep. I said I was shocked vets would do this even though I don't owe the vets a penny. I don't think I can go to the vets and not pay-it's not like going to Sainsburys. When people claim on insurance frequently the insurance company pay the person who does the work directly. My vet for years let me pay everything not covered (my cats, dentals, vaccinations etc etc) and the insurance claims would be paid directly to the vet-as per the bit on the back of the pet plan form where it asks the insured whether payment should be paid directly to the vet or the claimant.
When I got Milly from a local rescue I was told she was in good health-no problems. She has alot of problems, all of which have met multiple vet visits with me researching her conditions and literally telling the vet what she needs. She's been a very poorly bun but she as with all my animals get vet treatment every single time, day or night when they need it.
There are many, many people struggling as I am with ever reducing finances. The government accept I can't work, I am in what the DSS lady called 'the group for people who will never get better'. That was a bit gutting actually, to be written off by a Tory government, I'm a fairly rare species!
From January I have to pay about £45 a month for rent as I have a 'spare' bedroom-i call it the bunnies bedroom.it's not 'spare'! Additionally I will have to pay council tax of approx £20 a month-both of this I haven't had to pay before. Times have become very hard indeed and ever harder. Neither of things things were in place when I got my animals. I will not have any more after this. I have always struggled but animals come first, last and everything in between. But I can't make money. I can't make less money pay for even more things.
I was horrified that the vets genuinely made an appointment for me to take my buns to be pts. I really thought someone would telephone and say a mistake had been made. As Jane (dear, kind decent Jane) said, my animals are my life. Literally. I have always fought day and night just to survive and I fight a constant battle to get the buns especially decent veterinary care. It's just hard fighting all the time. I thought the vets and I were singing from the same song sheet-caring for animals. This battle is almost overwhelming but I will fight as I always have to the death for my guys. I only wish sometimes, even just once in a blue moon, things would be straightforward so I could just have a moment to catch my breath.
This is the life many people 'live' with poor health, no money and worries piled up so high they almost suffocate us. People like us-otherwise known as 'benefit scum' who supposedly live in mansions with massive TV's and days spent counting our money, people like us who accrue even more debt just to have food to eat. The government don't give an extra amount for vets bills. Money spent n vets bills is food and bill money. If I receive £100 and spend £100 on a vet bill that costs £150 i have nothing to last until my next benefit and then £50 of my next money is for the previous vet bill. Then another animal gets poorly and it gets worse.
Finally, I am a human being. My buns live in the house roaming free and go in the garden too in the Summer. They have a fantastic life. I always have had rescues, ditto my cats. Before I go too I'll to work I got a law degree and did the Legal Practice Course to train to be a solicitor. I now live in a house owned by my mum, in a place I loathe and only know a few neighbours-just to say hello to. I can't have children as I could pass on my illness to them, I go to the vets, doctors, dentist, greengrocers and co-op-that is my life. It's a rubbish 'life', painful, frightening, lonely and hopeless. My guys are the only good in my life. I am doing all I can to ensure they have a ggod life-that they don't see me crying, that they don't know we're broke, that they are all warm, fed, vaccinated, and basically as I say to them 'I will do all I can to keep you safe and well and happy and know how loved you are'.
