In the style of my Yelp friend Brian :
It was way too fast
and
Way too final.
(Edited version as the earlier was way too long and dreary...and more about the dog than the clinic).
Several weeks ago we had to have our beloved Border collie, Geordie, put to sleep. She would have been 16 in December. For the past year the spouse and I had argued over whether it was "time" despite the fact that she's been totally deaf for several years (that really didn't matter), going progressively blind and was progressively incontinent. She could not navigate stairs in the past year. Eventually, there came a time when we both agreed it was "time". Geordie took a tumble into a stairwell in our house and dropped about 3 feet. She was fine but shaken. We were shaken. If she had broken a bone she would have suffered until we could have gotten her to the vet (and this place has an emergency line ) and then we'd have been forced to put her to sleep. (Look, I can't spell euthanized so I am using an euphemism instead but I grew up on a farm and am well versed in death of animals and pets of all sorts and I do know "sleep" means dead in this case). So, I made the date. The day came...me, the spouse and kids went to the clinic. The clinic staff made sure we had the last appointment of the day although there seemed to be an ungodly number of stragglers who seemed to be hanging around...we saw Dr. Hilary Petit. She has Border collies too. She put Geordie's mom to "sleep" a couple of years ago. We got in the room and felt compelled to "explain why". She listened for a few minutes to our fumbling attempts to explain and then stopped us. She told us, "Listen, folks. This dog is beautiful. She is nearly 16 years old and I can tell you that MOST dogs do not make it this long. Her lasting this long and in such beautiful condition is a testament to your treatment and love of her. But she is failing and you are doing the right thing. You don't need to say another word to me about why this is necessary." We sighed with relief. We all held onto Geordie as she squirmed on the table. Normally docile, but increasingly agitated in her old age, she fought the shot. That made it hard. Finally she relaxed. I held her head in my hands and looked into her eyes, talking to her the whole time. We all cried so hard it made me think I had made the wrong decision to have the kids watch. We could not stop crying. I heard the laughter in the waiting room stop. I wanted thekids to know that owning pets is for life and life ends and you can't just go get a pet without thinking that you have to be there for them even in the end. Somehow we made our way to the car and loaded Geordie inside, rolled in a blanket. Dead dogs are awkward to carry. Their heads flop. We buried her at home in a grave my husband had dug out the day before. We cried all day. We made our own headstone for her. I think the total cost of the "shot" was about $40. The vet's words were priceless and we hang onto them to assure ourselves we did "the right thing". Cremation would have cost about $200-300 dollars.
As an aside, when we lived in Barrow, Gatwick, our cat , got deathly sick, this clinic sent medication to us without having seen Gatwick, knowing there were no vets in Barrow. Not many places do that. The staff is friendly and knowledgeable here and they answer questions and help make common sense decisions about everyday things, not just life and death matters.
Anyways...it was way too fast
and
way too final.
But it's over. RIP Geordie 12/23/93 to 8/22/09
Thanks Dr. Petit and staff. read more