"H" was an amazing, loving, sweet dog who developed a really crappy disease (F***k you, ITP). It broke my heart to see him sick, and his owners and I went through a lot of ups and downs with his illness. Long story short, just as he was starting to get better and I was feeling optimistic, he crashed and had to have emergency euthanasia done by my boss. When I came in that day and saw H lifeless, waiting for his autopsy, I completely broke down. I tearfully told my boss to do the autopsy by all means, but wait until I left for the day so I wouldn't have to see any of it. I wanted my last memory of him to be from the last visit we had, when he was leaning on my leg all smiles and waggy bum.
The whole event got to me in such a way I was not expecting, I had a very hard time dealing with the feelings of loss and failure, wondering what more I could have done. Around the same time I was reading a lot of "Dr. Grumpy in the House" (great blog btw, check it out, definitely inspired by blog name) and started to think maybe talking about stuff might help. Hence the blog. Well it's a slow week, so I finally got around to setting this up.
I have a backlog in my mind of things I've wanted to write down, so I'll probably be making a lot of retroactive post in the next little while. I don't know if this is stuff people want to read, and I am certainly no kind of writer, but maybe someone will find this interesting and even if not I'll still get stuff off my chest. Fair warning: some posts might be graphic, some sad, some gross, and there will most likely be some swearing. It's all real except for the stuff that isn't. I hope someone out there likes this stuff so I'm not just shouting into the void!
See you around,
The Sarcastic Vet
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