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People suck.
Jul. 10th, 2007 12:49 amI just lost a patient.
She was nine weeks old.
Jack Russell terrier. This guy buys a puppy from pikeys, right? Couple of weeks later, said pikey knocks on his door. He has another puppy, last one of a litter, does he want it?
I assume he got it cheap.
Pup does badly. Guy brings it to practice.
This is Saturday.
We have pup on fluids. We spend time with her. We clean the vomit and the liquid shit that pour from her on a constant basis. We make her comfortable. We keep her warm. We put in a feeding tube, because she's fading away. She perks up a little.
Bill goes over seven hundred quid.
Guy pisses and moans about it.
Well, what the hell did he expect? A magic bloody wand?
No. Instead, he got three days of intensive nursing and veterinary care. And tonight she died in my hands, fluid pouring from her mouth, unaware of the world around her as she slipped away. I took out the drip, cleaned her up. I wrapped her in a blanket.
She's nothing but a bag of bones. In the last three days she's lost half her bodyweight, despite everything we did.
I'll put her in the freezer in the morning. I hate to do it while they're still warm.
Brutal words? Too much information?
Try doing it.
For the love of all that's holy, if you must breed your pets make sure they've had all their shots. This was totally avoidable.
otherwise?
Get them neutered. No excuses. You feed them, you take care of them, you're responsible for preventing their suffering and that means all of it, not just the bits you want to do. Spend the bloody money. Find it. Or don't have them.
Yes, I'm upset. I am also angry. Because as soon as we saw the pup, we knew what was going to happen. But we tried anyway, because that's what we do.
She was nine weeks old, and she died in my hands and there was not a damn thing I could do about it.
Rest in peace, Jess.
She was nine weeks old.
Jack Russell terrier. This guy buys a puppy from pikeys, right? Couple of weeks later, said pikey knocks on his door. He has another puppy, last one of a litter, does he want it?
I assume he got it cheap.
Pup does badly. Guy brings it to practice.
This is Saturday.
We have pup on fluids. We spend time with her. We clean the vomit and the liquid shit that pour from her on a constant basis. We make her comfortable. We keep her warm. We put in a feeding tube, because she's fading away. She perks up a little.
Bill goes over seven hundred quid.
Guy pisses and moans about it.
Well, what the hell did he expect? A magic bloody wand?
No. Instead, he got three days of intensive nursing and veterinary care. And tonight she died in my hands, fluid pouring from her mouth, unaware of the world around her as she slipped away. I took out the drip, cleaned her up. I wrapped her in a blanket.
She's nothing but a bag of bones. In the last three days she's lost half her bodyweight, despite everything we did.
I'll put her in the freezer in the morning. I hate to do it while they're still warm.
Brutal words? Too much information?
Try doing it.
For the love of all that's holy, if you must breed your pets make sure they've had all their shots. This was totally avoidable.
otherwise?
Get them neutered. No excuses. You feed them, you take care of them, you're responsible for preventing their suffering and that means all of it, not just the bits you want to do. Spend the bloody money. Find it. Or don't have them.
Yes, I'm upset. I am also angry. Because as soon as we saw the pup, we knew what was going to happen. But we tried anyway, because that's what we do.
She was nine weeks old, and she died in my hands and there was not a damn thing I could do about it.
Rest in peace, Jess.
