Liz
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Our precious dog had to be put down today. She was just 9 years old but had cancer and was very ill. We knew it was the right thing to do but things didn't go as planned. I didn't go with my husband to the vet but he said there were complications. I didn't want to know any details but he came home so traumatized he told me what happened. The needle broke somehow, contents of the injection spilling all down my husband's leg. Instead of our baby passing quietly her last 30 seconds were spent squealing in pain. We kept this news from our daughter who hopefully won't come here and see this.
The vet's office said we can come back Monday and pay them. I don't want to pay them at all. I never want to go back there again with our other fur babies.
I know we could cope better with the loss if it hadn't ended this way. I don't even know how to make peace in my mind with the way things ended. Somehow we'll have to but we're devastated.
The vet's office said we can come back Monday and pay them. I don't want to pay them at all. I never want to go back there again with our other fur babies.
I know we could cope better with the loss if it hadn't ended this way. I don't even know how to make peace in my mind with the way things ended. Somehow we'll have to but we're devastated.