The days leading up to Christmas, as I have mentioned many times before, are always hard for me work-wise. This year is no exception.
It was exactly one year ago that I had the most difficult euthanasia I’ve ever had to do. It’s a long story, one that combines my sadness over Mulan’s proximity to her own passing, an elderly woman losing her only friend, and a family whose lack of compassion left me stunned and nearly incoherent.
As we speak, a 10 week old puppy lies alone in a cage at work. He has parvo. Merry Christmas, you piece of @#$!$ backyard breeder who is not answering their phone anymore. Thank you for making me have to explain this to the young family and the child for whom the dog was intended.
They are doing everything they can. It still might not be enough. Parvovirus is notoriously unpredictable, and despite the dog looking good upon admission yesterday, he looked much worse this morning. I do not know what will happen when I get to work tomorrow. They can’t afford to transfer him to a 24 hour facility, so the puppy spends almost the next 12 hours alone, on fluids and a continuous rate infusion of an antiemetic.
I feel Kevin’s foul breath tickling the back of my neck. I know he will never go away. I know he always wins, in the end, but dammit, he needs to back the hell off right now and wait until it’s his time to take this little guy away, years from now. I have enjoyed the 12 Days of Petmas submissions so much- the love you all have for your pets inspires me. This little puppy deserves a life to bond and those moments with his family too. He does not deserve to die alone in a cage, in pain and uncomfortable. I am so worried about him.
Keep your fingers crossed for him, everyone. I’m not sure how I will react if I lose him.