I had a euthanasia this morning. I’m pretty sure that isn’t proper terminology. I did a euthanasia? I performed a euthanasia? That sounds better…
I performed a euthanasia this morning. It was a sad one. They are all sad, but maybe I’m in an overly emotional state of mind today or something, and this one was especially sad.
They are a really nice family that just moved here from the east coast. They have a myriad of day-to-day stuff to deal with of having to move here with two kids in school, and their 14-year-old dog got saddled with a bunch of nasty health issues.
So it was time. The only good thing about euthanasias is that during that time, I often get to reminisce with the clients about the pet.
When I see an animal as a patient, I rarely get to see their actual personalities. All I see is a scared dog. Scared dogs pretty much all do the same stuff: they pant, they yawn, they lick their lips, they shed, hide, shake, etc. I don’t know who they really are.
There in that exam room on euthanasia day, sometimes, a dialogue gets going. I learn some pretty cool stuff about how this pet was before he got sick.
This day, I got a funny visual for this particular dog. Apparently this little fox terrier was a vapid stick chaser. One day they were going someplace with the dog, and in the parking lot median there was a 30 ft palm tree. The dog saw that tree and thought he’d found stick nirvana. He lit out after the tree and latched onto the trunk, all 4 feet off the ground sideways trying to bring down the mother of all sticks. Can you just imagine that?
I love it. Stories like that make an awful situation a little tiny bit easier to get through.