Kathy and TiTi
Member Since 2016
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Last night it was clear that Rudy was in pain and failing.
I called this morning to take him to the vet to say goodbye. They're only open from 8am to noon on Saturdays. and today they were very busy. I was on hold a long time, because the receptionist/technician was overwhelmed with a morning of emergencies and full bookings. Finally she had time to listen. She said that my usual vet was not in today. I was disappointed but figured, ok, and I explained the situation. She sort of stonewalled me about coming in, but I held my ground. Finally she said, " Okay, come in at 11:30. You'll have to sit and wait. We'll stick him in somewhere, and do it quickly."
I could not bear the images that conjured. Me sitting in a chair trying hard not to cry, Rudy frightened and stressed, meatloafed in the carrier. Finally going into an examining room and waiting. A strange vet rushing in, fumbling with the equipment, maybe hurting Rudy more in his hurry, and then racing out.
It was too much for me. I opted make an appointment for Monday, and to pick up some pain meds instead.
After picking up the pain medication, I came home to find Rudy huddled behind the stand-alone mirror in my bedroom. I picked him up and gave him some pain meds, and then cleaned his eye, he gave a muffled scream, and stiffened. I believe he had a massive stroke.
Took him an hour to die. I could not feel worse.
Last night it was clear that Rudy was in pain and failing.
I called this morning to take him to the vet to say goodbye. They're only open from 8am to noon on Saturdays. and today they were very busy. I was on hold a long time, because the receptionist/technician was overwhelmed with a morning of emergencies and full bookings. Finally she had time to listen. She said that my usual vet was not in today. I was disappointed but figured, ok, and I explained the situation. She sort of stonewalled me about coming in, but I held my ground. Finally she said, " Okay, come in at 11:30. You'll have to sit and wait. We'll stick him in somewhere, and do it quickly."
I could not bear the images that conjured. Me sitting in a chair trying hard not to cry, Rudy frightened and stressed, meatloafed in the carrier. Finally going into an examining room and waiting. A strange vet rushing in, fumbling with the equipment, maybe hurting Rudy more in his hurry, and then racing out.
It was too much for me. I opted make an appointment for Monday, and to pick up some pain meds instead.
After picking up the pain medication, I came home to find Rudy huddled behind the stand-alone mirror in my bedroom. I picked him up and gave him some pain meds, and then cleaned his eye, he gave a muffled scream, and stiffened. I believe he had a massive stroke.
Took him an hour to die. I could not feel worse.
