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I took Twinkie in for a shot and a nail trim, and there was an old lady in the waiting room waiting to have her little dog put down. She was crying and said it was the hardest day of her life. Another old lady was being very nice and offered to call her tomorrow to see how she was doing. It was *sad*.
It seems like every time I go to that vet, there's somebody crying in the waiting room waiting to have their beloved pet put down. They really should open a private waiting room for those people; it must suck to see all the healthy animals come in and out while you wait.
I buried a 14 year old girl, who was a special education student, this past week who was hit by a car when she went to check the mailbox for her grandmother. They took up a collection at her school to buy flowers for her service. They collected enough money to pay for the entire funeral.
Here is my vet story. When I went in to put my last guinea pig down, I was in a back examination room. They left me there when they took the pig away and told me I could stay there as long as I wanted. So I sat there and cried, and suddenly I hear a thump - thump. Knocking open the door, was a golden lab/retriever type dog that belonged to one of the vet techs. This old gal took one look at me, and climbed (with some difficulty) up onto the bench where I was sitting. She put her head in my lap and let me pet her while I cried.
Such a smart animal. Later, I thought that must be that dog's job - to comfort people when their pets die.
They really should open a private waiting room for those people; it must suck to see all the healthy animals come in and out while you wait.
At the university animal hospital where Cosa was treated (and was subsequently put down), they had a private room. They called it the Rainbow Room. It had a couch and very dim lighting and new agey music playing through some hidden sound system. They take the animal away briefly and insert the catheter, then bring it back and do the injection there, in the comfy room.
All that was nice (if humorous in an unfunny way), but when we walked in, Cosa freaked the fuck out. She did not like that room. At all. She was intently staring at the ceiling and all the corners and meowing. I think she sensed spirits in there or something. In any case, I'd never seen her act like that.
What sad stories. I had a hard week but today there was a Wellness Fair with a therapy dog. I pet her and it was really nice. Wise animal friend whuffles to all.
I opened this thread because I feel like crying. Pet-related, I miss my kitty who couldn't come with me on the move, even though I know he is happier in a house with other pets. Just feels so lonely in a place all alone without even a kitty to keep me company. Also, IKEA made me cry, because two of the things I ordered have a sad guy with an X trying to put the thing together alone, and two happy guys putting it together together, and I have no one to help me, and moving to a new city is fun and exciting, but also sad at the same time.
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