The following words were written by a client just before he said goodbye to his sweet dog, Miggie. We are truly grateful for his willingness to share his heart with us. We hope anyone experiencing loss can find comfort in his story.
My first dog was Pal, a rat terrier, sort of a miniature dachshund but not. I was nine. I still remember him. But while I was away at Boy Scout Camp he got sick. The vet told us there was nothing they could do. I held out for several days, hoping he would get better. Finally, my dad came and said, “He is hurting. We won't do anything unless you say. But he is not going to get better.” I said, “Okay.” Friend of my dad took Pal. I cried for a week, sobbing. I knew it was disturbing the rest of the family so I would go down in the basement, there was a bedroom there, and bawl. Finally my dad came down and said it was time to accept Pal being gone like a man.
I want to share this experience because it is not the first time I have seen this situation. My client whose story I will share, gave me permission because it is our hope that we can help others in time to provide a more profound quality of life experience. It is our hope that her difficulty might make a difference for others.
I just saw my client yesterday who several months ago had felt somewhat cornered to give her soul-mate dog the best care. Because of limited resources, she scheduled a visit with a clinic that provided a free first-time vet exam for the opened blisters on her dog's belly. During that appointment it became obvious the blisters were occurring from a longer standing problem, but expensive diagnostics were needed to confirm the likely disease and appropriate treatment. The moments in the exam room were overwhelmingly difficult once the bad news was explained. So many thoughts at once – her dog likely had Cushings, a disabling disease that is expensive to treat with no guarantee and will shorten his life significantly. Was this her only option, was it really true, could it be anything else, is the testing necessary? He didn't even really seem that sick, he was only occasionally lethargic for brief periods. She did agree to some of the testing, mostly out of guilt, because she didn't know what else to do and felt so much pressure during those very overwhelming moments to do the best thing...(read more)
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