Ok, after 24+ hours of thinking about all this.
I am totally disheartened, discouraged and dismayed. I consider my veterinarian clinic as a part of my family. when we gather together whether to do a cleaning party or to share a meal. We are family, we talk, laugh, share ideas, discuss the world problems, work together, cry together. We share food together, we pray together.
But after the last couple of days, my world fell into a deep hole. The one person that cared for my precious babies, seems like a monster. It's just hard to stomach all of this. It's painful, sickening, frustrating and most of all 100% preventable.
If he knew that what was going on in his house was this bad, he could have brought the birds to the clinic. He could have turned to anyone of us, telling us what wrong, and we would have been there for support, to take the macaws in and cared for them.
But he chose to wait and allow it to get this bad. I kinda know some of what else going on, but I waiting until Dr Barb decides what to do. I hate every second of all of this. I feel like my trust has taken a severe kick to the head. I feel beaten down to the floor. And it's not fair to the staff, the volunteers, to Peace and Happy. It's JUST NOT FAIR! !!