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]