Home euthanization service was pet hell: trial
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I'm grateful that Sarama loves the vet. She thinks its where she goes for treats and pats.
Bago came to me terrified of the vet. Though I've never owned a cat that was at all happy about going to the vet, Bago took it to epic proportions. As in, he wasn't just afraid, he acted like a cornered animal afraid for his life. It would take four people to give him a shot . . . and sometimes anethetic gas. (I will always fondly remember a vet we went to--only once--in Phoenix, who, when warned that Bago would hurt her, and she'd best get gloves if not help, dismissed me as a hysterical owner. Bago hurt her . . . and frankly, I think she deserved it). So there was just no question of him spending his last moments in a vet office. I think the hardest thing with him is that we waited too long . . . he crashed fast and by the time we could get a vet to come in (it took a couple days) he was almost gone. I couldn't stop appologizing to him or not calling the vet sooner . . . we just kept hoping that if he could pull through, if we could just get him to eat a little more . . . So we spared him the vets office, and mostly the strain of being handled by a stranger (he always knew somehow), but we should have done it sooner. Its so hard to decide.
Bago came to me terrified of the vet. Though I've never owned a cat that was at all happy about going to the vet, Bago took it to epic proportions. As in, he wasn't just afraid, he acted like a cornered animal afraid for his life. It would take four people to give him a shot . . . and sometimes anethetic gas. (I will always fondly remember a vet we went to--only once--in Phoenix, who, when warned that Bago would hurt her, and she'd best get gloves if not help, dismissed me as a hysterical owner. Bago hurt her . . . and frankly, I think she deserved it). So there was just no question of him spending his last moments in a vet office. I think the hardest thing with him is that we waited too long . . . he crashed fast and by the time we could get a vet to come in (it took a couple days) he was almost gone. I couldn't stop appologizing to him or not calling the vet sooner . . . we just kept hoping that if he could pull through, if we could just get him to eat a little more . . . So we spared him the vets office, and mostly the strain of being handled by a stranger (he always knew somehow), but we should have done it sooner. Its so hard to decide.