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I was lucky enough to own a house next to the vet clinic that ended up being my first dogs final veterinarian. Her sickness was very gradual; a boil grew on her neck and started aspirating blood, she became anemic, and somewhat lethargic. I supplemented her diet as the vet walked me through everything I could possibly do and was willing to afford. She gave me her number to text when weird things happened with the caveat that "the time" was when she wouldn't eat for three days. That day came after her 10th birthday, around Christmas time. I laid there in a room they had prepared and cried a lot with her. When the vet came in she cried as they delivered Euthasol. It was over in seconds and everyone in the room just cried for a while, people slowly left and they told me I could have as much time as I needed. I cannot imagine doing that six times a day. You're not only having to watch a creature die, a creature whose personality you've observed, one that you've fostered good health in, but you often have to walk the human through delivering something out of this world. Being there with someone or something as they exit this plane is one of the most arduous journeys you can take, imo. I can understand the toll this must take after some time, when you relate to and see yourself in your patients - whether animal or human. |