I just don't trust vets anymore. When I get my dog (coming in the near future), I will be forced to use a vet due to seriously needing to do vaccinations. My current cat's contact with a vet is as minimal as I can manage it.
At this stage in my life, if a vet came off to me in a way like the one described did, I would stand there being quite angry, although not say anything. If the vet began to manhandle my animal or actually do anything that could affect it, I would be like this.
"Excuse me, I need to hold the (dog/cat) for just a minute here"
(takes animal)
(walks out of exam room)
(walks to receptionist to pay bill)
(any comments to vet would resemble: "what is wrong with you?" or just be a really foul look on my face).
A dog I had about 10 years ago - - one of those best-friend kind of dogs that you will remember and miss for the rest of your life - - died at a vet for reasons of absolute stupidity or greed (I am not sure which). She was getting up there a little in age but she still had a long way to go, she was a medium-sized dog and was only 9 or a few years older, I don't remember. My mom suggested I take her to the vet to get her hips x-rayed, she seemed a little stiff back there once in a while.
I took her in, and to my surprise, the vet said she would have to stay at the office and be anesthetized for the X-ray. I was surprised, as I had expected to just bring my dog to the office, get it done, and then leave with her. But, I didn't have any distrust or suspicion at the time.
Next afternoon, I get home and my mom is telling me that my dog is dead. Vet said renal failure. Now I know: don't allow a dog that is even thinking about approaching old age be anesthetized without doing full blood work first, and it took me years before I came into that knowledge on my own. This was aside from the fact that I was feeding her stupid commercial dog food, blindly trusting that if it was being sold to everybody in the grocery store next to our good, human food, it must have been formulated by somebody who cared. My dog was mildly obese and probably pre-diabetic.
Then, years later.. I had a cat. Well, my dad had the cat actually because the cat was a family cat and I had moved out of the area. The cat (previously healthy) had become unhealthy. When I moved back into the area and found out that the cat was sick, I took him into my apartment with me. He continued to get sick, and I did not understand what was wrong with him. Finally, I took him to the vet.
He had type-2 diabetes, and I was surprised. Type 2 diabetes was something I DID understand. It meant that the cat food he was eating was drastically mismatched to his body. Was cat food as sold in the grocery store just garbage, perhaps?
The vet had me using insulin injections on him, at very specific times relative to his mealtime (you might already know the deal on how that works). Then I discovered something by watching my cat closely. As the bottle of insulin aged, it became less effective. A fresh bottle was easy to OD him on, whereas later in the month, the same dose wasn't working well enough.
My cat was not going to live very long like this.
Disgusted, I read up on the internet a bit about feeding "raw" diet, and jumped into it. It was shakey at first, and I learned a lot about raw meat quality in the United States (and especially, what to avoid). I used that last bottle of insulin up, and allowed the natural loss of its potency to effectively make the dosage amount steadily decrease. Then, it was gone.
And, my cat made a miraculous recovery.
In terms of diet, cats are as predatory as snakes. Surely vets must know this .. why would all of these vets not be standing up and saying "excuse me?" at this ridiculous cat food industry?
So, this is how I now feel about my animals' veterinary care.
I am my animals' veterinarian. Only, I happen to know very little when you get right down to it, and I can't do surgery or xrays or anything like that (My only professional experience was at a vet's office as a "veterinary assistant" for about a year, working for a bunch of snob vets, so I can do a little bit but not a ton). When something happens that I think I need help with, I will go to an actual veterinarian and see what that person thinks. I'll also request and direct any tests I want done (done that with blood tests at least). and then, I have to understand the test results. I listen to the vet but I also have a people-doctor I can send the results to, to see what he thinks. Nothing seriously gets done unless I know that I, not the vet, made the decision, because I understand it and agree, after research, that it sounds smart.
I refuse to have another animal killed or almost killed by a vet. It's my animal and I am not going to trust anyone without fully understanding again. I am the one who really gives a shit, and I am the one my animal is depending on to not let anyone hurt it. I get angry just thinking about it.
(Meanwhile, I have a perfectly healthy female cat with high energy levels, no urinary tract problems, no allergies, and a lean, perfect body mass. Nothing wrong with this cat. Not spayed, so I guess we will see if she gets cancer and drops dead at the age of 8. My food formulations for her are surprisingly simple and she never gets sick from them, but it may be more complicated to do dogs correctly than it is cats.)