The tale of the vet and the vegan
So I found a cat. I can't keep the cat 'cause everyone has allergies and I have a lot of non-cat compatible animals. Anyway, being the responsible person that I am when it comes to my animals, I took this cat (who I dubbed Anze after Anze Kopitar of the LA Kings) to a new cat near me. Now, I'm not exactly picky about my vets. I feel that I don't have to like them on a personal level a lot, but as long as they do an adequate job with my animals, I will keep going to them.
Well... when the conversation runs thus:
Vet: (after some lecture on how cats can't eat venison or salmon) venison tastes really gamey. I'm sure you know...?
Me: uh, I'm a vegan.
Vet: I live with a vegetarian and let me tell you, if she ever went vegan, I would kill her.
Me: *sits and listens to a whole spiel on killing vegans whilst wondering if the vet is ever going to look at the cat*
... needless to say, I wasn't a happy camper after this conversation. I'm thankful the cat isn't staying with me so I won't have to deal with this vet ever again.
I get a little tired and irked by these lectures I get some people. Particularly people who have no business giving me a lecture about it. You're not my doctor, or my parents or anybody who should give a hoot about what I eat. If you want to eat meat, that's fine. I don't hate you because of it. I don't judge you because of it. I might judge you for acting like a jerk and charging me over $200 in mostly needless vet fees... But I'm not about to judge for your eating choices.
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Oy. My dogs have great vets who have never commented on my dietary choice. However, I did have a vet once tell me that only "cruel", "anal retentive" people would do home blood glucose testing on a diabetic dog. Huh? On top of that, he gave me incorrect advice on feeding a diabetic dog and incorrectly interpreted her series of blood glucose tests that were done that day. Luckily, he wasn't my vet. Punky was a Lab Rescue foster dog, but after that I took her to my own vet who took great care of her and was pleased as punch that I would check her blood sugars at home. Punky, who'd been diabetic since age 5, lived happily for almost 5 more years--to age 12+ which was a normal Lab lifespan.
Anyway, the worst I've ever gotten regarding my dietary choice is this:
Karen (my sister): Where do you want to go for dinner?
Me: I don't care. Where do you want to go?
Karen: You decide. You're the picky one.
Pretty tame.
That's great that you had a great vet for your dogs. I have a vet who I really like for my dogs and I eventually had her check out the cat. All is good with the cat and he's off with his new owners now =)
You're so lucky that's the worst you've had to deal with regarding your eating choices!!! Man... I could start a weekly rant about the comments I've had D:
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