@KNOWITALL . I took Wanda to the Veterinary Emergency Hospital I used to work at. They give an injection of propofol first, which put her to sleep. I sang to her one last time, and then they gave the euthasol. It’s as peaceful as such things can be.
I’ve cried like 50 times a day since that last Tuesday. She was all I had in this world. It was the hardest thing I’ve ever done. Despite my crushing loss of my baby girl, it was the right thing to do. She had lost 20% of her mass in a week. The day I finally took her, she lacked the strength to hold her head up. And the look she had been giving me that week said “it’s time.”
Years ago, when I worked there, there was a 17 year old dog that literally walked into a campfire. It had major burns over most of it’s body. Even her eyelids were burnt off. The owner wanted us to do what we could. We tried to stabilize her before we went into surgery. She lived about 4 hours, I assume in indescribable agony. She died on the OR table multiple times, and we brought her back over and over again. Then we finally couldn’t revive her.
This begs another question. Do we have the right to make them suffer like that?...
Sometimes, all there is to do, is reflect on what’s been done…