I appreciate all the thoughtful comments yesterday, and especially I appreciate everyone who sent me a picture of their beloved pets to be included in yesterday’s video. It was wonderful to see how many people knew what this day would mean, because you all have had this kind of day too.
Yesterday was shaping up to be the same type of day I have been (thankfully) having for quite a while lately: simple and uneventful.
Then, my routine cat spay turned out to be pregnant. She was very early- there was no way to have known until I was actually in the abdomen, and she couldn’t have been more than a couple of weeks along. That was fortunate, but still, it’s not an easy thing to do and it kind of made us sad. She was only 8 months old and semi-feral. It was the right thing to do.
Then, I met with a client whose 14 year old cat was nearing the end. He’s not quite there yet, but it could have gone either way. It was a melancholy conversation.
Then, I met with another client whose 13 year old dog was at her end. She was ready and so were the owners. They couldn’t bear to stay, so as the receptionist was escorting them out I fulfilled my promise to get this over with as quickly as possible. I haven’t had to do a euthanasia for some time, and it made me a little sad to have to do it on this of all days.
I went into the room, where the dog waited as she was unable to walk on her own. Her head was raised, wondering where she was, all alone, if only for a few seconds. That got me.
I brought my techs in to hold her head and give her hugs, and talk to her as by this point I was a little choked up and not able to comfort her myself. She left, peacefully and surrounded by loving if unfamiliar hands.
THEN I went into my next room. It was this fellow on the left:
I took this picture the last time he was in our clinic, struck by his resemblance to Emmett (on the right.) Of all days for him to make a reappearance.
AND THEN, after fixing up his issues and getting him ready to go, the owner of course remembered me and my love of Goldens and how much her Golden and my Emmett could be related and made polite conversation:
“And how is your beautiful Golden?”
“Oh, dead,” I said, only not quite in those words. Then I went in the back and teared up.
Then I brought Brody out to meet him. It was a little surreal to see him nosing up to an elder statesman who bore such a resemblance to the dog I was coincidentally mourning that day, but it was a comfort all the same. I was reminded of what I wrote the day before: Things are as they should be.
Then I went in the back again, looked up at the sky, and muttered, “I get it dude. Now GO AWAY because I still have to work.” 🙂