Wednesday, September 29, 2010

A 13 year old Australian shepherd.

I have, up to this point, tried to avoid anything personal in this blog but I feel with my new job that it is morphing into a new creature and I am going to let that continue.

I took my last hiatus because I had a child. I have now returned to working as a veterinary technician at a new clinic. It is in a small town so it is no real surprise that I have already run into many of the clients outside of the clinic. Most of the euthanasias are with the owner present. Today it was my child's pediatrician's dog. She was there with her husband and her children and they spent a significant amount of time explaining everything to the kids. They were thoughtful and gentle and her eldest son held the dog's head as the solution was injected. Before it was all in he said "she's gone, mama." Everyone in the room was tearful, including me. I excused myself silently and wondered to myself if she would mention today at our baby's next appointment which is in two weeks. Their family was beautiful.


Blogger Julie said...

Thank you for sharing...
What a wonderful thing you do! We need more people like you to help our animals take that step over the rainbow.

Anonymous Anonymous said...

Death is hard. Helping children with it is hard. Thanks for sharing this story.


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