Please! I Need A Transporter!

Julio Cortez said:

It depends. If the animal can be cured and can be brought back in shape, I'd say go for it.
If the animal risks to live the rest of the life in sickness or with health problems (which will cause him/her pain or suffering in some way) you may well consider putting him/her down. It may be better for you (who don't see your animal die slowly and painfully) and for him/her.

In this instance, the cat has nothing more than a tummy bug as for now is not eating properly, and my sister tried to justify her argument of having him put down because a shot would have cost R350, whereas having him put down would have cost only R100.

The point I was trying to make was that no amount of money saved should be the deciding factor between life or death. Ever.

From my point of view, I'd rather spend as much money as I can to try to help the animal get better. If he then dies anyway, at least I can go to God myself oneday with a clear conscience knowing that I did all I could as opposed to thinking about how much money I would save my having put down without trying to help.

See my point now?

This is why I always have fights with my siblings - they care more about themselves and their precious (absolutely pointless) money than about anything else.

Some time ago my Dad needed some financial assistance, they they agreed to help him, IF HE SIGNED A CONTRACT TO PAY THEM BACK WITHIN SIX MONTHS!!!!!

Kinda feel bad for the cat. I would think if a pet is healthy enough to recover from a sickness, broken bone etc, then it's the owners responsibility. There are terminal illnesses that would be an exception.

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Fantail said:

Kinda feel bad for the cat. I would think if a pet is healthy enough to recover from a sickness, broken bone etc, then it's the owners responsibility. There are terminal illnesses that would be an exception.

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Yeah, sorry about that , but that what usually happens when my family gets involved.

That's why I was so hard up to get away this morning before they arrived (I ended up staying for dads sake). They have the nasty habbit of turning a social visit into into a preening contest.

And my dad gets stuck in the middle.

He's 72, and I'm afraid he may not be long with us. This is why I get go aggravated when my sisters come to visit, because they always wind up making it about them and not dad.

Is there no more respect in the world for ones forebears?