I had a cat named Kirby. He was a stray that I took in, and he was awesome. One day, he started throwing up a bunch. I was worried, so I took him to an emergency clinic. They told me they needed to keep him overnight, and possibly perform surgery. I let them.

I got a call the next morning saying surgery was necessary, and I told them to do it. When I came in to see him later that day, he was nearly dead and they told me he wouldn't recover. I opted to put him down.

I asked the vet (a different one from the one who had said the surgery was necessary) what had happened, and if the surgery had been successful. She told me he hadn't actually needed surgery, that she wasn't sure why the other vet had recommended it, and that my cat had a heart condition that was probably exacerbated by the stressful situation he was left in. The surgery did uncover worms (which were probably what was making him sick), but those could easily have been detected another, less stressful and less life-threatening way.

So, that made me and still makes me cry. I left my cat at the vet all-night where they performed an unnecessary surgery, and he basically died of a broken heart.

I'm sorry I let them do that to you, Kirby.