Read The Post And Then My Comment On It, And Then You'll See What's Between the Lines

In other words, Hillcrest Veterinary Hospital doesn't care about people, let alone pet owners, or pets with disabilities (and neither does "People", apparently, which is a damned shame).

PS I absolutely let Hillcrest have it, too. By the way, I used the example in re people with Epilepsy because my maternal grandmother (ז״ל) had Epilepsy and seizures because of it, one of which I witnessed.

PPS I urge you boycott Hillcrest Veterinary Hospital, especially if you have disabilities and all the more so have service (including emotional-support) animals. Hillcrest seems more than happy to call you a coward if you ever (ח״׀״ס) have to have a service animal put down and cannot stay in the room.

Re the Apparently-Abusive and -Otherwise-Evil Pet Owners: For God's Love, Really...

If you see an abandoned and/or otherwise abused, or deceased pet, consider that he or she could be or could've been be lost (e.g., escaped from a backyard and with concerned owners looking for him or her) or stolen. Please have him or checked for a microchip and/or a collar, and/or otherwise try to locate his or her potential owners. e.g., A couple in Pennsylvania was wrongly accused of abandoning their four-year-old Shitzu by putting him in a crate and having him freeze to death. In the Facebook post re that matter, one of the couples' neighbors said that they recognized his "I LOVE LONG WALKS" collar and were "devastated".

Same with other apparently-neglected/abused pets: the owner(s) might have disabilities (including invisible illnesses) and be unable to care for the pets, all while (s)he gets or they get demonized instead of have somebody to help him/her/them care for them. Please for God's love, don't bar those of us with disabilities like Depression, OCD/Anxiety (which can bring about hoarding), ADD, and Cerebral Palsy (all of which I have) from owning pets. Don't especially the "Adopt; Don't Shop" types demonize people with disabilities enough, and notwithstanding that our medical providers—e.g., my physiatrist at the time—recommend that I don't adopt—and my physiatrist had her reasons for doing so. By the way, she is now a researcher at NIH—and where are you "Adopt; Don't Shop" types in life?—and I mean besides sitting behind your computers, marching on the streets, and/or doing something else at God knows where to spread more ableism, assuming that everyone can and/or should adopt (and not that you've ever really considered us people; but hey.)

Also, you "Adopt; Don't Shop" types of course demonize legitimate breeders by conflating them with puppy millers partly or even entirely because of your ableism—and you "Adopt; Don't Shop" types who are also people with disabilities are hypocrites and obviously self-hating PWDs—and I know that PWDs, let alone "Adopt; Don't Shop" types whom are PWDs, are not immune to ableism especially since society has tried to ingrain it into us since the time that the first person who had a somehow-noticable disability existed, and you're still supposed to try to fight both ableism and intra-ableism instead of buy into it.

Speaking of buying and adopting instead of shopping, maybe you "Adopt; Don't Shop" types should—if you can—try to adopt attitudes that involve critical thinking, compassion, and empathy—none of which anybody can buy, since critical thinking is an acquired skill and values such as compassion and empathy are learned (not to mention that, e.g., especially quite a few rich and famous "Adopt; Don't Shop" types don't have those values in the first place, anyway—no matter how much they fake that they do, particularly when it comes to us PWDs and the other less fortunate among us.)

PS Having Reilly (See below.) has saved me from having my life taken by Depression—and were Reilly not in my life, I would've died from starvation due to oversleeping (since I naturally wouldn't have been awake and thus able to eat)—and Reilly is one of the reasons that I am alive in the first place.

Mostly Offbeat: Still Being A Bad "Momma" To Reilly While Waiting For A Clear Answer Re A Certain Matter, Etc..

"Momma", so to speak, seems to have beaten a dead horse re a certain matter. Nonetheless, it involves a kind of heartbreak and confusion which "Momma" has not been able to get over for almost three years now, especially if there's a possibility that she may be right about whom a certain person is in regard both to her and to Reilly (and wanting an answer straight from the source isn't bad, is it?). Besides, she's already said that "the tall guy", for example, is simply a family friend and not at all whom she thinks is her helpmate and Reilly's "Daddy". Also besides, he also wants an "uncle" for Camille and to be a better "Auntie Nicole" to her.

She's pretty sure that especially other pet owners who have disabilities can relate to this, by the way. After all, for instance, don't they want to be able to do more that they can't do for their pets alone? Also for instance and incidentally, "Momma"'s pretty sure that other pet owners can relate to that she almost fell off of her stool when Reilly barked within the hour, and "Momma" (like other pet owners with disabilities would like to be around for their pets) would like to be around for and not killed by Reilly because she fell due to a myoclonus flareup. 

Camille's Pre-UTI Inflammation Or Early UTI Infection, Mental Illness, Etc.

Somehow, my phone ended up sending Facebook-status updates to the wrong page. Nonetheless, this does eventually give me the opportunity to bring up the conversation as to how pets such as my sister's puppy, Camille, can affect the mental health of their human family members—such as my sister and me—for good and—albe inadvertently—for bad.

Like my sister, I have OCD/Anxiety; and let's just say that, that exacerbated our dread when Camille ended up at the emergency vet due to a fever and pre-UTI inflammation or a UTI infection. For many (if not most) people with OCD/Anxiety, this is the case: that is, dreads that are understandable and normal become exacerbated, and the exacerbation affects an OCD/Anxiety. Thus, an OCD/Anxiety-Exacerbated Dread cycle began when Camille ended up at the emergency vet.

There have also been other mental illness-exacerbation cycles regarding events ad other matters that involve Camille and Reilly (my puppy), and I imagine that this is nothing surprising to other pet owners whom also have mental illnesses. I imagine that this is also nothing surprising to those whom've read what I've specifically written about or otherwise mention in regard to those matters—not to mention that I feel absolutely judged (and know that I've been judged) for writing about those matters (Don't think that I'm not aware of that when, e.g., I lose friends on Facebook and followers on Twitter for writing about those matters and sharing my writing—what you think of me online reflects exactly what you think of me offline, as the Internet is merely technology that you use and not the reason for how you act offline and online).

Am I going to lie, though, when, for example:

1. I overslept quite a bit during Reilly's first year due to a Depression flareup? I was very lucky that Reilly needed up to 20 hours of sleep per day during that amount of time, meanwhile.
2. I have been unfairly judged by my mother and even my sister, whom have said that I shouldn't own a pet if I can't take care of her or him due to how my mental illnesses affect me? (By the way, "[Y]ou shouldn't own a pet if you can't take care of her or him" is a common canardic trope that is used against people with mental illnesses and other people with disabilities—not to mention people like me whom have both mental illnesses and other disabilities.). They (like others) could be a little more understanding and helpful instead of unempathetically judgemental.
3. The mental illnesses that I have effect energy drains that affect me to not be the best "Momma" to Reilly and "Auntie" to Camille?
4. The guilt that I feel for not being the best "Momma" to Reilly and "Auntie" to Camille affects my Bruxism to flare up (as it's affecting it to flare up as I type)? By the way, I inherited every single one of my mental illnesses (including OCD/Anxiety) from my father, whom also has Bruxism.
5. There are actually matters about which I've not written (including which I didn't mention before writing this blog entry), such as OCD/Anxiety flareups when I'm making cards with pictures of Reilly and Camille? Because of the OCD/Anxiety flareups, making those cards can take quite a bit of time. For example (and this is where I feel judged already again), I often hit the "Undo" or "Delete" button when making those cards because what if, for example and God forbid. I'm using colors that look like colors that hate groups use (I try to avoid using certain colors because of that.) or drawing a shofar with shapes and end up using it on the card, anyway, because I can't correct the part of it that looks like a butt when at least one of the shapes is unfilled or outlined? Am I actually being irreverent and is my motive actually to be irreverent, even by typing this? Also, I avoided using "objects such a shofar with shapes" because I don't want to sound like my Anti-Semitic ex pastor whom called the Ark Of the Covenant a "piece of furniture" by calling a shofar an object.

Incidentally, my memory-affecting ADD also flared up as I was writing. For instance, I forgot for quite a few seconds what I was intending to Google when I (and for a moment just now, I forgot that I wanted to type "intending to Google when I") went to Google "Bruxism"? As for when my ADD flares up in regards to immediate matters regarding Reilly, instances of my ADD flaring up are when I forget that I was going to put on her harness and leash or give her a treat.

Meanwhile, Camille is healing from the pre-UTI inflammation or early UTI infection—and (though I don't mean to sound flippant) excuse me if part of her pre-UTI inflammation or early UTI infection was due to not taking her to "go potty" as often as it seems like I could, as my energy is frequently drained. Besides, Camille doesn't always immediately ring the bell when she needs to "go potty", and I don't know if she needs to "go potty" until she rings that bell or indicates that she needs to get out of her crate during naptime to ring the bell.

Somewhat Offbeat: Speaking Of Pet Owners With Disabilities...

"Momma" is really considering DBS Surgery. Of course, "Momma" also has to consider a few factors that she didn't have to consider during ITB Pump Surgery. For example:

1. Of course, how Reilly will be affected overall.
2. Having to have a shaved head, which might scare Reilly . Besides, one DBS patient, for example, has a supportive spouse and a head covering. "Momma", on the other hand, doesn't (at least yet) have her helpmate/Reilly's "Daddy" there in her life or their lives; and having a shaved head might alone further stigmatize her, even in the eyes of "Momma"'s possible helpmate/"Reilly"'s possible "Daddy"—any unattractiveness (as if "Momma" was ever really attractive, anyway) could have anyone revulse from her all the more; and that might affect Reilly and not even make the DBS Surgery worth it in the end.
3. The albe-remote-and-nonetheless-existent risk of a brainbleed—and "Momma" already had a Category-Three one at birth, thanks (Not being disrespectful to God; just saying.)
4. Will "Momma" be able to go home relatively right away or have to be in a rehabilitation-and-recovery center and not see Reilly for while? Will Reilly be able to be brought at least to the hospital to see "Momma" at all (as some puppies have been allowed to do for their owners?)

"Momma" Snaps At Reilly: "If I Have To Be Cold & *****y, I Will Be Cold & *****y—Do Not Kid Yourself!"

There's the bad "Momma", and then there's the "Momma" that's snapped because of her patience being tried beyond its limits—and "Momma" snapped when Reilly barked again. "Momma" made very clearly known in a cold and *****y tone that she would use the spray bottle on Reilly if Reilly barked again—and Reilly got the hint and the explanation that "[i]f ["Momma" has] to be cold & *****y, she will be cold & *****y—do not kid yourself!"

Reilly knows—or at least "Momma" hopes that Reilly knows—that "Momma" would neither abuse nor try to abuse Reilly, and "Momma" congratulates anyone whom can—depending on which scenario is theologically correct—be canonized as the patron or matron saint of pets and pet owners even while he or she living, sit at the right hand of Jesus, or do both.

"Momma", meanwhile, also knows that even Reilly is more of a saint than most humans on the planet—let alone "Momma"—and that every pet owner has had his or her bad moments, and that the bad moments are compounded both in terms of number and frequency for pet owners with issues such as mental illnesses and physical disabilities—as "Momma" all too well knows.

Besides, so to speak, bringing out the inner ***** in "Momma" is sometimes the only way that any creature—whether a human, canine, or non-human and non-canine creature—can give "Momma" air and aura of authority—after all, even the Bulldog of the Senate, for example, is known for being the same way in some respects (i.e., she's short, single, and able to command respect because of a, so to speak, powerful bark and bite—not to mention that she may be Jewish, as has been rumored for years, since dark hair is not an Ethnic Polish trait or even any kind of Slavic one).