Sassyjaygrl
Rollerblading along the road
As a Vet tech, at a place that does euthanasia, you would think sometimes that I might get numb to it, but I don't. I have been there 5 years and I cry for everyone and they are not even mine.
Yesterday was hard and I had only met the dog 1 time before.
She was a 17 year old fat little dachund, looked almost like a coffee table flat back but oh so round, the long hair. She was deaf, blind, urinating and pooping all over the house. It was her time, but I think every goodbye is sad or at least bittersweet even if it is the beloved's pets time.
But what got me was the owner was a woman in her 50's and she had her sister with her who had either sever autism or was mentally "R" worded and she was asking questions and I was answering them as I do to the children who come in, no it isn't going to hurt, she is going to go to sleep then we will put in the medicene that makes her go to heaven, yes you can hold, yes it is ok to cry.
She kept asking her siter if she was going to sleep then they would bring her home, over and over again and her sister who was also losing her dog had to keep repeating no she wasn't coming home, she was going to heaven.
The poor dog had no veins, it was a hard euthanasia and I felt so bad for my vet doing it.
She went peacefully, but I had to go behind a closed door and cry.
I felt so bad for both of them. But having and high functioning spectrum child I get the questions, and the repeating.
And how the grief will come to her even years later, and I cried for both of them.
If I actually drank some days at my office would really make drink. Yesterday might have been one, this is one that is going to stay with me for a while.
Sorry for dumping but I thought you guys might understand. The rainbow bridge has another baby, and she is young and skinny again, able to see, hear and run and one day her favorite people will meet her there.
Yesterday was hard and I had only met the dog 1 time before.
She was a 17 year old fat little dachund, looked almost like a coffee table flat back but oh so round, the long hair. She was deaf, blind, urinating and pooping all over the house. It was her time, but I think every goodbye is sad or at least bittersweet even if it is the beloved's pets time.
But what got me was the owner was a woman in her 50's and she had her sister with her who had either sever autism or was mentally "R" worded and she was asking questions and I was answering them as I do to the children who come in, no it isn't going to hurt, she is going to go to sleep then we will put in the medicene that makes her go to heaven, yes you can hold, yes it is ok to cry.
She kept asking her siter if she was going to sleep then they would bring her home, over and over again and her sister who was also losing her dog had to keep repeating no she wasn't coming home, she was going to heaven.
The poor dog had no veins, it was a hard euthanasia and I felt so bad for my vet doing it.
She went peacefully, but I had to go behind a closed door and cry.
I felt so bad for both of them. But having and high functioning spectrum child I get the questions, and the repeating.
And how the grief will come to her even years later, and I cried for both of them.
If I actually drank some days at my office would really make drink. Yesterday might have been one, this is one that is going to stay with me for a while.
Sorry for dumping but I thought you guys might understand. The rainbow bridge has another baby, and she is young and skinny again, able to see, hear and run and one day her favorite people will meet her there.