 It is over...
My baby is dead.
My name is Amanda, I am 18 years old, and I live at home with my parents. Not even a year ago, I brought home our family's first dog ever... How could I resist? Her name was Macey and she was so perfect for us.
My mom was never an animal person, but it didn't take her long to fall in love with Macey. Suddenly I wasn't the only mommy that Macey had. She would sleep in my mom's bed one night, and mine the next. We fell in love with her and she quickly became one of the most important things in my (and my mom's) life.
I work a lot over the summer and I knew Macey would be lonely, so I brought home a cat who I named Boston, and he became Macey's best friend. They were seriously so cute. They would sleep/play/do everything imaginable together. I really regret not taking pictures, because I didn't know that their relationship would soon come to and end.
This morning, my mother took them both to the vet's to get neutered/spayed. Well, only an hour later we received a call saying that Macey's heart had stopped as soon as she was anesthetized. I can't believe it. My baby is gone.
I don't really understand. Apparently this was the first time in 30 years that this has happened to my vet. I don't know how to feel about that. This was the first time we ever went to him. He is pretty respected in my area, and he works from his home. He travels to his client's homes for routine procedures, and performs surgeries in his home. Now that my baby is dead, I am questioning his methods. But maybe I am just trying to blame someone. According to our friend (a vet turned people doctor,) this kind of thing happens sometimes.
Please leave me advice. I don't know where to go from here. I never asked my breeder any questions about a health guarantee, and I have a feeling that wouldn't matter in this situation, anyway. Also, (yes it is early to be thinking about this) do I get another dog? It would be really tough to replace Macey...
Thank you all for reading/caring. |