Pet Food Recall
I have been quiet on this subject, mostly because I was scared. It appears that I was feeding the brand of cat food on the list of possible contamination. I have been watching my group carefully. I have two that are vomiting, not a lot, and not very often. My crew is active and playing, using the litter pans, drinking water. Since I fill and clean all the pet fountains every day it is hard to say if one is excessively drinking or not.
I think back to Prowler’s recent “mystery” illness. Again, I have been feeding Iams canned since these cats arrived here. But she didn’t have the symptoms of kidney failure; vomiting (yes) diarrhea (no) lethargy (no) she was “off” but only because something didn’t feel right for her, and she is still alive.
There have been sixteen deaths (at my last research) attributed to this recall. Although there are millions of companion animals in homes across the United States, ten doesn’t seem to some people like a lot to “be concerned about.” I suspect the people saying this, they don’t like animals much. I am sure to the guardians of these pets that it is a very big deal to them.
The culprit was an independent company that picks up the overflow orders of pet food when the main manufacturers can’t fill all the orders. Now there are lawsuits against this culprit. I know that if Prowler had died from this poisoning, I wouldn’t sue. No matter how much I loved her. The money wouldn’t have brought her back. The money wouldn’t buy me peace of mind, and it certainly doesn’t buy happiness.
When my son died over 30 years ago, it was later learned he died by the hands of a doctor. The doctor was “playing God.” Jeremy Ryan was not the first baby this doctor had played God with, and he was not the last.
Certain evidence came to light when an RN stepped up after witnessing something horrendous. A class-action lawsuit was filed, I was invited to join this suit, and I declined. My son was dead, money can’t change that.
I guess I just look at life differently than most people. I know that if someone stepped inside my shoes for just a day they would probably be left wondering- “Why does she do this, and how does she do this?” I don’t have fancy cars or fancy clothes. I don’t go on trips, vacations, drink, smoke, gamble. I am uncomfortable with people and at home with words, paper and a pen.
I feel badly for those who have lost their pets. I hope I don’t lose any of mine. I now look with a jaded eye at the canned food aisle. I trusted these companies to do right and add to the optimum health of my crew, not put it at risk.
I am done rambling. I have breakfast to make, animals to feed, stalls to muck out and articles to write.
Take care of yourselves and watch over your animals to the best of your ability~