Just a little side note from my husband's story... After living with us for 15 years, our pet cat Sandy has died. She was old (80 in cat years) and she was sick. We took her to the vet and they ran blood tests, took an x-ray and gave her an IV fluids and antibiotics. I took her home and continued giving her fluids, sat up with her all night and took her back to the vet the next morning to continue the IV. Then I received the call a few hours later that she was dying. By the time I got back to the vet, she was gone.
When I arrived, they quickly ushered me into the examining room, where I sat for several minutes alone. Eventually the poor intern vet came in and told me. I don't know what happened to me then, except I started to sob uncontrollably.
I just don't know what came over me. I am usually a very level headed person, very realistic about everything and definitely not a crier. I managed to get through probably the worst episode in my entire life, when my husband was so severely injured in his car crash so stoically. I held up so I could keep everyone else together. And here I sat in the vet's office crying my eyes out over our poor cat. It only got worse. The vet asked if I wanted to see her, I sobbed harder. She then asked if I wanted her paw print impression. That one did me in. I could not even talk by this time. I sobbed and shook my head no and just asked for the bill and her carrier and a few minutes to compose myself so I could drive home. I felt so sorry for the young vet. I am sure they deal with this all the time, but she just stood there not knowing what to say as I cried.
Perhaps it was just a culmination of things. Perhaps everything over the course of the last 5 years just came to a head in the vet's office. I'm not sure, but I over it now. The day was just a sad one. She had a good long life with us and will be missed.
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