I once left my ferts at a pet shop my sister swore by.  The people at the
pet store said they would exercise and hold my guys, and give them food I
left with them, since all they had was Marshall Farms food.  My guys wont
touch that.  My guys had not been held, received any excersize, been given
food I left: and did not recognize me after a week.  I had to rush them to
the vets.  They were comotose and non-responsive.  After a week of care
they pulled back from whatever black hole they had slipped into emotionally
and mentally, and knew once again who I was.
 
The second time I left them with a vet my other sister swore by.  I called
every day.  I was told each day that my babies were fine.  When I went to
pick them up, suddenly I was hit with massive vet bills.  My guys were
skeletons, coughing, weak, dehydrated, and had to be rushed to Midwest
vet.They were given dog medicine for God knows what.  Midwest vets were
surprized, and could not explain anything that had been done.  Baby had
been shaved Baby was bleeding internally.  They all had ECE.  I had to
syringe feed them 3 times a day for over six months.  I was going to sue
but I couldnt go through the anger for all the time it would take.  I had
to let go of the hate and care for the poor babies.  I lost 6 months of my
life.
 
Never once did I not know I had my babies, even though they looked and
acted differently and did not know who I was at first after being gone for
a week in which they suffered.  If you cant tell its your fert- it probably
isnt.
 
My opinion
Lisette
[Posted in FML issue 2627]