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Daughter calls me crying
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Many years ago it was cheaper to go to the vet than to the Dr. Now it cost as much if not more; definitely more, if you have insurance! I wonder who was the Guinea pig?
Sorry to hear that, but I have you beat.
So my wife gets a white mouse (feeder mouse-.99 @ the pet store) from a friend for my daughter. Keep in mind this thing was 1 year old when we got it. That is pretty much the life expectancy of a feeder mouse.
So my daughter falls in love with it. About 2 years go by (this thing outlived it's stay) and I get a call from my 11 year old (at the time) and she says her mouse had a growth on its mouth. Knowing she wants to take it to the vet, and this is the daughter that never asks for anything, I reluctantly say yes.
So, I get a call later that day from my wife. She's at the vet. She says they want $80 to check it out. I reluctantly say OK. The next call I get is that it needs surgery for a tooth that had grown into it's sinus. The bill, $145. I can't believe it, but reluctantly say OK (I love my kids).
So, the mouse comes home and I have to give it medicine. From a needle into it's mouth. Do you have any idea how difficult that is? Just imagine.
One week later, it dies. So it is now burried in a Illusion 88 box under her bedroom window.
Since then (6 months) she has gone though 3 hamsters. She thinks she is the Grim Reaper (poor thing). But has decided to give up the "pet owning" thing.
Now my other daughter has a hampster that she never even takes care of and the thing is living like a champ. Imagine that.
Sorry to take up so much space.
So my wife gets a white mouse (feeder mouse-.99 @ the pet store) from a friend for my daughter. Keep in mind this thing was 1 year old when we got it. That is pretty much the life expectancy of a feeder mouse.
So my daughter falls in love with it. About 2 years go by (this thing outlived it's stay) and I get a call from my 11 year old (at the time) and she says her mouse had a growth on its mouth. Knowing she wants to take it to the vet, and this is the daughter that never asks for anything, I reluctantly say yes.
So, I get a call later that day from my wife. She's at the vet. She says they want $80 to check it out. I reluctantly say OK. The next call I get is that it needs surgery for a tooth that had grown into it's sinus. The bill, $145. I can't believe it, but reluctantly say OK (I love my kids).
So, the mouse comes home and I have to give it medicine. From a needle into it's mouth. Do you have any idea how difficult that is? Just imagine.
One week later, it dies. So it is now burried in a Illusion 88 box under her bedroom window.
Since then (6 months) she has gone though 3 hamsters. She thinks she is the Grim Reaper (poor thing). But has decided to give up the "pet owning" thing.
Now my other daughter has a hampster that she never even takes care of and the thing is living like a champ. Imagine that.
Sorry to take up so much space.
This brings back memories of feeding the greys and macaws when they were chicks and to think the bastiges give me attitude now.
