1/5 Peter S. 5 years ago on Google
My
dog
was
dying.
He
was
only
11
years
old,
but
his
kidneys
were
failing
and
after
5
weeks
of
treatment,
at
my
regular
veterinarian
(not
Hospital
Bicuda)
I
was
warned
that
I
should
prepare
for
the
worst.
I
knew
in
my
heart
that
the
vet
was
right
but
I
wanted
a
second
opinion
anyway.
The
next
morning
I
drove
to
this
Hospital
Veterinario
de
Bicuda.
During
the
initial
consultation,
while
I
was
informing
the
veterinarian
of
the
situation,
and
as
if
to
drive
the
point
home,
my
poor
dog
went
into
the
most
violent
and
horrible
convulsions
that
you
can
imagine.
The
consequences
of
the
convulsions
were
dramatic.
My
dogs
left
eye
glazed
over
and
rolled
into
the
back
of
his
head.
His
lower
lip
now
hung-down
like
a
soft
rubber
hose
and
seemed
to
be
paralyzed
that
way.
His
back
legs
practically
stopped
working
and
he
could
barely
hold
himself
up.
Also,
his
mental
state
had
been
affected
as
well.
Though
that
wouldn't
be
so
obvious
to
the
veterinarian.
I
thought
for
sure
that
the
vet,
who
had
just
witnessed
the
convulsions
and
saw
the
sad
state
that
the
animal
was
now
in,
would
advise
me
to
put
the
animal
down.
But
no.
Even
after
I
reminded
her
about
how
we
had
just
gone
through
5
weeks
of
tests
and
treatment.
And
even
after
I
had
pleaded
with
her
about
the
sad
state
that
the
animal
was
now
in
and
how
it
seemed
to
be
suffering,
this
person
who
calls
herself
a
veterinarian
insisted
that
there
was
still
hope
and
that
I
should
check
the
animal
into
the
hospital.
So
I
went
through
the
registration
check-in
process
where
you're
forced
to
join
some
pathetic
club-card
discount
shopping
program
and
payed
around
150
euro
upfront.
To
make
this
already
long
story
shorter,
I
will
get
to
the
end.
I
stopped
by
the
vet
two
more
times
within
a
few
hours
to
check
in
on
my
little
friend
and
see
how
he
was
doing.
Each
time
I
did,
the
vet
would
grub
more
money
from
me,
claiming
more
tests
were
needed.
My
dog
had
just
suffered
through
5
weeks
of
tests
and
continuous
treatment.
The
terrible
convulsions
he
had
just
undergone
a
few
hours
earlier
left
him
barely
able
to
stand
or
move
his
hind
legs;
his
lower
lip
was
now
deformed
and
dangling
from
the
bottom
of
his
mouth;
he
was
now
blind
from
one
eye
and
was
panting
like
he
was
in
pain.
But
according
to
the
vet
at
the
Hospital
Veterinario
de
Bicuda,
there
was
still
hope.
As
long
as
I
kept
digging
deep
into
my
wallet
there
was
still
hope.
It
didn't
seem
to
matter
at
all
to
these
people
that
the
animal
was
suffering.
Luckily
I
came
to
my
senses
later
that
afternoon
when
I
realized
what
these
vampires
were
really
all
about.
I
drove
over
there
and
demanded
they
give
me
my
dog.
After
milking
me
for
another
20
or
30
euros
for
random
'pills
and
treatments',
they
finally
wheeled
my
dog
down
to
me
on
a
cart.
I
drove
him
to
his
regular
veterinarians,
who
are
kind
and
decent
people,
and
we
did
what
had
to
be
done.
We
did
what
I
should
have
done
immediately
following
those
horrible
convulsions
earlier
in
the
day.
It
still
pains
me
that
I
let
my
dog
suffer
longer
than
necessary.
Also,
if
I
had
hadn't
realized
that
I
was
being
taken
advantage
of
and
picked-up
my
dog
when
I
did,
my
little
buddy
would
have
died
locked
in
a
cage,
cold
and
frightened
and
all
alone.
At
least
this
way
he
died
in
my
arms
with
me
whispering
in
his
ear
telling
him
what
a
great
dog
he
was
and
how
much
I
loved
him.
This
is
a
death
that
I
could
live
with.
The
death
my
dear
friend
deserved.
The
jerks
at
this
"hospital"
would
have
denied
me
this
goodbye
process,
and
that's
something
that
I
would
have
regretted
for
the
rest
of
my
life.
So
here
at
this
Hospital
Veterinario
de
Bicuda
you
will
get
extended
animal
suffering,
and
possibly,
life
long
regrets.
All
this
so
that
these
people
can
put
a
few
extra
bucks
in
their
pockets.
I
would
stay
away
from
this
place.
I
know
it
looks
all
shiny
and
new,
but
all
you're
really
doing
is
paying
more
for
second
rate
care.
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