Originally Posted by
LadySam
That's one of the toughest parts of my job, even when I know beyond the shadow of a doubt it is the right thing to do.
Owners often ask that I stand in for them because they just can't do it. MIne is the very last face they see, and I feel honored that they allow me this very last minute with a pet that I have no doubt looked after, sick or well for the majority of their life, if not all.
I'm afraid another one of those days will be soon, and sadly it's dog I sit for also.
What they don't know is I would have it no other way, every one at work knows that if is one of my patients, that I prefer to be the one helping them move on, so they naturally move over and let me do what I do.
Oh dear, now I gotta stop, cause my laptop is in jeopardy too.
why did I start this slubber fest?
Happy thoughts, happy thoughts
Sam, I have to say, after putting 2 dogs down 5 months apart, I can completely understand. When we took Indy in, we made the appointment to euthanize. He was 16 years old, a lab cross, and we knew him from the time he was 2 weeks old. Brought him home at 3 months. He was our first baby as a couple. He was born while we were on our honeymoon.
We had someone watch the kids, because I didn't want to put them through that, but both Rod and I agreed that we had to be there when the needle went in and he breathed his last breath. I've been present for so many animals leaving this world, but watching an animal, my baby, not a pet, but a member of the family, go through this, was the hardest thing I've ever done. But I couldn't leave. I had to be there. I wanted my face to be the last face he saw. I wanted my voice, telling him how much I love him, and how much joy he brought to us, to be the last voice he heard. I wanted him to know that we didn't do what we did because we were tired of him, but because we loved him. We still love him.
With Jasper it was different. We went to the vet that day hoping that they could save him, even though the last visit didn't yield a cure, or a healthy dog. We went there with guns blazing, and a list of things, from all of you, as suggestions as to why he was ill. When the vet said that none of the things I had in my 3 page letter where the issue, and that there really wasn't anything more she could do other than watch him die, we agreed that it was time to end his suffering.
Indy was hard, but with Indy we had time to realize it was time. With Jasper we went from having hope that he could be saved, to deciding it was time to end things. Still, both Rod and I were there until the very end. The last words I said to Jasper were "I love you, you are the best dog ever! You're such a good boy! Please know that I'm doing this because of my love for you. Know that, and go find Indy in heaven. Go pee on the rainbow bridge. Go, be young again, be pain free, and know that I'll never ever forget you".
Darnit. Happy thoughts. Happy thought. Happy thoughts.
There is one happy thought. Always makes me smile. Losing two, brought us another. Really, everything must happen for a reason. Even though I know that one day I will be writing that Rascal and Chewy passed away, I vow to enjoy every moment I have with them. After all, no dog will outlive you. Any dog you allow into your life, will one day break your heart by leaving this Earth all too soon. But, that doesn't stop you from loving again. If it did, there never would have been a Rascal. Heck, there wouldn't have been an Indy, Jasper, or Chewy. I would have stopped at Silver. But each and ever one of those fur babies changed my life for the better. I regret nothing.
Here's one of my happy thoughts.
By the way, that little bugger has doubled in size in the last month, and on Saturday he got his second set of puppy shots. The vet says that he looks great, and she's a bit smitten with him. :)