Taz Zoe,

As I have time to go over the events, I start to cry. This is the same carrier that the bottom dropped out of while I was taking Bad Ass Buddy to the vet as I was bringing him down the stairs of my apt. building. Fortunately, I was able to repair it with locking tagger locks we have at BB&B to secure stuff to poles, walls, etc.

Poor Maya had:

A thermometer shoved up her butt
A vet shoving her jaw open to check her throat
Pricked by a needle full of antibiotics
Being bounced around while being used as a guard to help ward off a vicious dog (the dog was DOG AGGRESSIVE so I don't want to hear any of you bashing my opinion)


Everytime I think about it, I cry. I'm going to try and gain my composure and write a letter to Dr. Geer to let him know I am NOT happy with the events, but do NOT want to get his vet tech in trouble. I know she was only grabbing the closest thing, out of instinct. But for her to say she didn't know my 13 POUND cat was in the carrier is a little extreme.

I only wish they had thought of the fire extinguisher rather than using my cat and carrier.

Thanks everyone for your support.