The most painful thing I have ever experienced in the way of a pet was losing my first yorkie Reese. She was 6 years old and had bad knee's. She got to where she could hardly walk. I took her to my vet and he told me he had done knee cap surgery on many dogs. That morning I dropped her off, I had to be at work, I was a single mom and we needed my income even though that day was a day most of my department got let go. I did not know it at the time. My daughter said to me as I was going out the door to take her to the vets office "watch her die on the table". I dismissed it and went on to take her to the vet. Now this was the best little dog anyone could ever ask for. My friend brought her to me all the way from California when my husband ran off with a younger woman. Anyway, I called the vets office just after lunch and he picked up the phone and told me that he was worried about her, that her heart had stopped and that they had to do CPR on her. She suffered brain damage. He kept her there for a week in oxygen, she was in pain and she cried a lot. She would lay on her side and dog paddle. I brought her home that way. I bought a baby crib and would tube feed her all her meals, give her enemas to help her eliminate. I gave her SQ valium to keep her calm. After 4 weeks it was not improving and I had to make the painful decision to let her go. I still feel guilty that maybe I did not give it enough time. That was in 2005 and I can still cry over it. She went in there a fat and healthy little girl and came out brain damaged. |