That same veterinarian who has cared so well for five of our beloved dogs has also euthanized two of them. Not funny.
Bah. It was hilarious. I've had to euthanized 4 animals in the last few years (on of them my dearest companion for 13 years) and it's ridiculous what they charge for the service.
That same veterinarian who has cared so well for five of our beloved dogs has also euthanized two of them. Not funny.
If I loved my pet? Betraying a trusting friend? Geez, I thought I was the one with the mommy parts around here. It's a animal. I'm pretty sure he doesn't say to himself, "Oh, thank goodness, 88GT is taking me out to the back 40 to put a bullet in my brain. I just couldn't bear to live with the knowledge that she paid someone else to do it with a needle. A needle." Newsflash: there's no insulation from the grief no matter which way the deed gets done.
I'm no stranger to taking care of business, but unless and until the discharge of firearms within Marion County becomes legal, I'm stuck with the needle, since the other methods would most likely get me arrested for cruelty to animals.
There's the whole of it, right there^. Some of us don't live in a place where you have any choice about how things get done.Newsflash: there's no insulation from the grief no matter which way the deed gets done.
True enough.everything isn't funny to everyone!
That same veterinarian who has cared so well for five of our beloved dogs has also euthanized two of them. Not funny.
Was it dark humor? Yes.
Was it crass and obtuse? Yes.
Was it fairly insensitive? Yes.
Did I *snerk* anyhow? Yes.
Like most here, I've had to put down my boy (13 years ago last week). I miss him all the time and he still finds his way into many of my dreams all this time later. He was such a good and faithful boy.
I still snerked at the irreverent comment. That doesn't make me un-miss him or un-love him or un-want-him-back one bit, and doesn't make me some kind of heartless "broad" either.
There's the whole of it, right there^. Some of us don't live in a place where you have any choice about how things get done.
For my boy, it had to be the needle. So I sat on the tile floor in the vet's exam room with my Buddy in my lap...his poor body full of tumors and every painful bad thing you can imagine from them. He exhaled his last breath and slipped away in my arms while I sobbed like a baby and watched those milky brown eyes close forever.
True enough.
All of that to say, yeah...I *snerked* anyhow.
Finally...something we agree on.It's just the Internet, right?
Finally...something we agree on.