Vet P.O.V. If pets are people, too, where’s the humanity in our workplaces?

May 20th, 2007  

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When I've needed to take a day off work due to pet illness, I just told my boss that it was me myself who was sick. I told my coworkers the truth b/c I talk with them enough that they know and understand, but I wouldn't tell my boss for fear that she wouldn't. Anytime friends or coworkers have ill pets though, I make sure to give them my best wishes. Like you say, pets aren't just property, they're family members.

zandperl May 20th, 2007 08:05:00 PM

I'm lucky...the place that I work is very pet-friendly. We can even bring our dogs to work whenever we want to (it's a blogging company). They would definitely understand if we couldn't come to work due to pet illness.

Janine May 20th, 2007 09:27:00 PM

I work in a hospital (in the ER) so my employer is certainly less than pet-friendly. If I have an animal emergency, I just call off sick myself, or simply have "a death in the family". Of course my close friends know my real reasons, but not my boss, who is less than compassionate even with health or family emergencies of the human type.

I have had to be a little creative on occasion, though. In October of 2002, before the Iraq war escalated, my husband's reserve unit was activated and sent to Turkey for 6 weeks. At the time, my newest canine family member, Gracie, was only 5 months old. I work 12-hour night shifts, and my commute is about 45 minutes each way. There was no way I could leave her crated at home for almost 14 hours. So every day, I packed a wheeled crate into my SUV, and took her with me to work. I placed her crate outside the ER in an inconspicuous area, covered with a blanket. Every couple hours, I went outside, walked her, and returned her to her crate. Then after midnight when the activity level quieted down, I wheeled the crate inside the ER to an out-of-the-way and seldom-used room, closed the door, and gave her the run of the area. The staff all took turns going in to play with her or take her outside. On some rare occasions, she even got to play ball in the halls with me and my co-workers if we had no patients in that area. Then about 6 AM, the crate was taken back outside and returned to my vehicle at the end of my shift. Just about everyone but my boss knew about this arrangement; even the shift supervisors came to check on Gracie. She was never any the worse for all this; in fact, she turned out to be probably the best-socialized dog I have ever owned!!

Shellie May 21st, 2007 12:54:00 AM

I think this is part and parcel of the ridiculous workaholic nature of our society today. There are many companies that are just as bad about human children or elderly parents as you have described the situation around pets. We do not live in a very compassionate society. (Some are better than others, but I'm speaking in generalizations.)

Most businesses see the FMLA as a major hindrance that they truly want repealed. Think about that - dying relative (parent, child, spouse, etc.) and they consider it too onerous to allow for unpaid leave. Is it any wonder there is no recognition of the emotional attachment we have for our beloved pets?

Pax,

MLO

MLO May 21st, 2007 01:00:00 PM

Three dogs back, my Golden mix rescue simply couldn't rise to his feet one morning. He was thirteen and had been with me almost 12 years. We went to the vet, of course, who sent me home and said they would call in a few hours. The call came. I went back and after a consultation the decision was made to put him to sleep. I was devastated. He was the first dog I had as an adult on my own.

I had to be to work at 11:00 pm that night. It was already 4:00 pm on a Friday afternoon and there was no way I could get someone to take my slot on short notice. When I got to work I told my co-worker, whom I was taking over for at the end of her shift, about my loss. She was solicitous and got everything ready for me to start work.

At the time I was a D.J. at the local country music radio station. I thanked my co-worker for her kindness as I sat down to start work. The currently playing song ended and I hit the button to start the next song. I don't remember the title, but the gist of the lyrics had something to do with a dog dying -- a standard country music theme. It was simply the next song to be played on the list, no fault of my co-worker for selecting it, but it hit me very hard. Luckily, in radio, you can sit silently for 10 or 15-minutes, talk for thirty seconds sounding happy, and return to your own morose thoughts. It was a very long air shift that night.

John May 21st, 2007 03:38:00 PM

Like so many people my age, I can't remember squat when I want to, but it comes to me later (usually when it is no longer relevant).

The name of the country music song was "Feed Jake" by Pirates of the Mississippi.

You can hear the refrain from AllMusic.com here: <a href="http://www.allmusic.com/cg/amg.dll?p=amg&sql=5...

The words to the refrain are:

Now I lay me down to sleep.
Pray the lord my soul to keep.
And if I die before I wake, feed Jake.
He's been a good dog, my best friend, right through it all.
If I die before I wake, feed Jake.

John May 21st, 2007 04:50:00 PM

Thanks, John. It's things like this we remember. I went back to work the night after my dog died--traumatically, unfortunately--and I performed a C-section. That patient was my Sophie Sue, who I still have with me, to this day. Thanks for your comment. It strikes a chord. ;-)

Dr. Patty Khuly May 21st, 2007 09:16:00 PM

This is no different than anything else in the real world. You've got to look out for yourself. My workplace is pretty cool as far as taking time off goes. Still, if something comes up and I need time off I'll just use a sick day. It's not something that I abuse, and I certianly don't feel like I'm doing anything unethical. My boss is pretty cool anyway. We work a lot of nights and weekends throughout the year, so they are pretty flexible about comp time (although it is done under the table). When I've had night meetings in the past, I'll usually just take an extra half hour at lunch and run home and take care of the dog. No questions asked.

Chip May 22nd, 2007 09:24:00 AM

There is very little humanity in the american workplace. a couple of years ago, my daughter's fiancee(and the father to my fantastic granddaughter) was killed in a freak accident at a raceway. He was in the stands and a racecar came up and landed on him. I couldn't take bereavement because they weren't married. They weren't married because their daughter has major birth defects. If they got married, they wouldn't qualify for a medical card. Anyway- since they weren't married, even though they'd been together for 5 years, I couldn't take off bereavement leave. So I took vacation time.
Ten days later I had major surgery. My employer advised they couldn't advance me any sick time. It was no big deal. But my co-workers took up a collection and came up with enough funds so I could be off for my surgery. And in case you wonder WHY i didn't have enough sick time, I had just started back at this job after being gone for two years ...I work 10 hour shifts but only accrue 8 hours of sick time a month....
So ... there IS humanity--- my co-workers are awesome people. It's a shame it isn't more widespread.

agadore's mama May 24th, 2007 08:23:00 PM

When my 20 year old cat, who had been slightly sick for a couple of days, hit crisis and had to be euthanased overnight, I took her to my local vet for cremation, and went to work on time. But by about two hours later it was obvious I just couldn't do a normal day of work.
I was lucky - I had a very sensitive boss. I mailed him to say I needed time off, he mailed back to say a whole lot of stuff about Push having moved on to a better place. And to work from home, which was available for standby for us, until I could handle the office again.
I was back in the office the next day, mostly because I knew he understood the pain, and the way he handled things made it easier for me to think of her as having moved on. Sometimes it's a special manager, not company policy, that makes the difference.

jcat May 27th, 2007 03:46:00 PM

Such heartbreaking stories. I have had my own mishaps with employers, including one who was particularly nasty when I had to leave midshift because I had received a call about what I would learn is called a "peek and shriek"--our kitten, taken to surgery to confirm an FIP diagnosis (this was 15 years ago), was to be euthanized and I couldn't remain at work. These days, I tell bosses and coworkers who seem less than compassionate that I have "a family emergency," and I feel no compunction in doing so.

MedCat1974 June 4th, 2007 11:09:00 PM

When my cat, Thumbs, died in October 2005, the vet who put her to sleep thought that he would need a cab to get me back to my house. I took the next day off of work and searched for a new cat to fill my life. I was lucky, I found a sibling (brother/sister) set. They don't replace Thumbs but they are just the same, my children. If something happened to my new children, I would most definitely take another day off of work to care for them.

Wendy June 5th, 2007 11:00:00 PM

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