My dog died and they didn't even know it:
I took my poodle for boarding on Fri morn. She was wagging her tail, jumping, doing great. On Monday at 7:30 a.m., we went to pick her up. A worker in the back called the receptionist back and you could hear the whispers. Then they summoned us to the exam room to show us the dead body of our dog. We talked to the worker who'd been on that Sunday night. She said, "Yeah, I thought there was something wrong with it. Its tongue had turned purple. But I'm not a veterinarian." She was the agent of the veterinarian who was supposed to call us if anything was wrong. We had a loving pet on Friday. The girl didn't care enough to call her boss or us, even though we'd gotten back in town. The vet office didn't even have a box for us to carry her home in. She spent Monday getting a box and burying her. I sincerely hope this never happens to anyone else.
by Nancy W Smith on December 19, 2007