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So, I had one of the worst nights of my life last night. My siamese kitty, Lexus, had a seisure last night. The reason was that the vet asssistant at where we usually take our animals said it would be fine for my dad to use store bought flea medicine (crap, it's called Sargeant's) on our cat. Well, he ended up having a reaction to the meds and my little brother who is 12 went out to the garage (where he was) to discover him shaking rapidly. There is a toxic ingredient in it that causes this reaction. Why the hell is their toxins in an animal's meds, wtf? This devestated my little brother to the point where he was crying hysterically and saying he was gonna die. My parents ended up rushing him to the emergency room, time was key, otherwise he would die. It was immediately given a bath and sedated. He is still having minor seisures.
He is now heavily sedated and pumped full of drugs. Depending on how much of the flea medication got into his system and how he handles it will determine if he lives of dies. My poor little guy.
I just got home from transferring him to another vet hospital. Just looking at him, hurt me tremdously. I wasn't even able to touch him because it could trigger another seisure.
I am really pissed off at the vet tech for not asking more questions when my dad called. I know for a fact she knows about this crappy flea medicine and did nothing to prevent it. She is also extremely rude to men, like just now she was very mouthy with my older brother. I just wanted to tell her off sooooooooooo bad.
When called there and told her what happened she tried to act like she was guilty, BS. She can croak for all I care. Looks like Lexus has used two of his lives, only 7 left. The first one is gone because he developed some sist in her chin and had to be surgerically removed.
Here's a pic of my Mr. Man (my nickname for him):
Here is a link to all the pics I have of him: Click Here!
I am totally not in the mood to do my homework (Drawing in my sketchbook). Screw it!
He is now heavily sedated and pumped full of drugs. Depending on how much of the flea medication got into his system and how he handles it will determine if he lives of dies. My poor little guy.
I just got home from transferring him to another vet hospital. Just looking at him, hurt me tremdously. I wasn't even able to touch him because it could trigger another seisure.
I am really pissed off at the vet tech for not asking more questions when my dad called. I know for a fact she knows about this crappy flea medicine and did nothing to prevent it. She is also extremely rude to men, like just now she was very mouthy with my older brother. I just wanted to tell her off sooooooooooo bad.
Here's a pic of my Mr. Man (my nickname for him):


Here is a link to all the pics I have of him: Click Here!
I am totally not in the mood to do my homework (Drawing in my sketchbook). Screw it!