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While working as a dog groomer at a big pet store chain, a man came in to get his 16 year old German Shepard shaved. The dog could barely stand, was incontinent, and was blind. After hours of shaving and bathing, the dog is done. Owner comes to pick up, tell me that he is taking dog to the vet that afternoon to put the dog down!
I work in a vet clinic. Last week we had a cat come in to be spayed. When I lifted the tail to take the cat's temperature I saw two very obvious testicles. This cat had been to another vet before coming to our clinic, and our own vet had examined the cat the week before but somehow this was missed. I had to call the owners (who had already had the cat for 6 months and were calling it "Molly") and let them know that "Molly" would require a neuter, and not a spay, while trying to not make the vet sound like an idiot. Poor gender confused Molly still has a pink litter box and is now being called "Mr. Molly".