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How Your Vet Treats Her Last DayJun 21 '01 Write an essay on this topic.
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The Bottom Line Not only is year-to-year treatment important, but so is how your beloved's last moments are handled.
Max was chosen from among many other homeless waifs at the local Humane Society. We're told that she was on a fast-track to the end. She neglected to perform the perfunctory tail wag and happy dance for prospective parents and had nipped at one set that got to close. That was until a couple of young newlyweds happened upon her. She saw something in them she hadn't seen elsewhere and determined to wiggle her tail into their hearts. Six years and three human children later, our dear, dear friend was living her days in pain. Unable to contain herself and fully ashamed of it, she was a droopy shell barely reminiscent of the happy-go-lucky mutt who had adopted us. Choosing a vet had been relatively easy. She was a healthy dog, and apart from yearly shots and check-ups we had no need to utilize our doc on a regular basis. Whenever we made an appearance, Max was the center of attention as well she should be. She was treated with love, spoken to with kindness, and hugged at all the right times. So when this last turn in Max's life confronted us, we were left wondering how her last minute would be handled in comparison to the ones that had happened beforehand. How very important this is, and yet something a pet owner does not want to think about. Rarely do we put our minds around the last moments of life, choosing instead to live in the moment. Now that the moments were waning, it was our vet's touch that would send our dear, beloved Max into the next world. Although not a moment I would soon choose to re-live, and yet a moment I can be proud of on Max's behalf. She was treated with the dignity she so deserved. While we wouldn't have it any other way, we were encouraged to hold her through the process. The sequence of events was explained thoroughly and she was spoken to as sweetly as she had in visits past. Her first injection simply made her sleepy and comfortable---relaxed in our arms. The final, gradual shot took her from us. It was over quickly, the pain was absent, and whatever fear she could have experienced was minimized by her closeness to our bodies. Our dearly beloved friend and confidant was given to us. Zoning restrictions aside, we explained our desires and they were understandingly complied with. She was brought home to her resting place. It was a far too short six years. Happy for us, and we believe happy for her. Her pain was brief---we could not put her through countless exploratory procedures. And in the end we saw that, for certain, we had chosen the right veterinarian.  |
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