a few years ago, I took my diabetic cat (she made the diagnosis) because my cat seemed to exhibit signs of congestive heart failure. My small13 y.o. yorkie died of it. I was the last patient of the day. She took out her stethoscope listened to his heart, palpated him and said "no, I don't hear it," The next day, I took my cat to a vet I have used for more than 20 years, made the diagnosis of congestive heart failure. When he began to suffer a month or so later of diabetes (he refused to eat so I couldn't give him his insulin) and he began to cry in pain. I needed a vet to come to my house, it was a Sunday and I had obtained her home phone from who did some handyman work for me. I called her and in an angry and hostile manner said: " I've got the flu, I ain't goin anywhere." I begged her to come to euthanize my baby boy since she lives 10 minutes away. I told her I would pay her, and she still refused. I called another vet I had used and he came right away. He was pleasant and the price was high, but I wasn't willing to let my cat die a miserable, and painful death. As far as I'm concerned she is only good for cutting nails. read more