So! The cats had to go to the vet the other night. The new vet, the cat specialist, who they will now be seeing.
I loved my old vet's office, I really, really did. They were incredibly compassionate through Rocky's final illness. But then they hired some new vets, and started jacking their prices, and misdiagnosed The Runt.
And when they marked up a teeny bottle of iodine by, like, a kabillion percent, that was the last straw.
So! Feeling a little like I was cheating on someone, I found a new vet. I figured that when the old vet's office sent their annual reminder card for yearly check-ups, I'd just ignore it.
Except, they never sent their annual reminder card.
I think I've been dumped. By my vet.
Well, at least it was an easy breakup.