Nasy.

I’m not sure about this but I think being a vet is hard…Many people think being a vet is a very cool job but not many people see the behind the scenes. I once had a dog, she was sicked so sudden. I brought her to a vet clinic, got her some medicine. She was good for a while but after the medicine ran out, she was sicked again. She had never been sick for so long like that. I was worried, so I took her to the vet clinic for inpatient care since I was so busy and had to live in another city at that time (where I couldn’t bring her). The vets were always reported what they had done, how was her condition back then. I was very thankful and I trusted their work on my beloved dog. She was getting better after a week or so and was ready to get home. I want her to be groomed so she came at home clean and fresh. Suddenly, her condition got worse. Worsen than ever. She started to have seizures, unresponsive. Her body was stiff, like a log. In the next 24 hours, it was a nightmare for me. She’s been in critical period twice. I decided to go home the next morning at 5 a.m, I was scared that I would miss the moment she went away from this world to the rainbow bridge. Then, I saw her. She was laying in her cage, so unresponsive, her body all tensed up. I choked up and then cried like my world has torn apart. I could see the vet was unable to say anything but I felt the sense of guilty, feeling of responsibility, and sadness at the same time. But he had to keep the composure in front of me who was crying like crazy. After one and two hours later, she was gone. I watched her until her last breath, listening to her last pulse. I stared into her eyes until her pupils dilated, a sign that she was gone. The vet was there. He was remain silent. He just stood there and at the last moment he said he was very sorry. He told me that he wouldn’t charge me on anything since the first time she was in inpatient care. I refused. I knew they were doing great, they were doing the best as they could. I took her dead body and wrapped her with a towel in my arms. Never once in my heart I blamed the vets. In fact, I thanked them so much for always being there while she was sick. Always gave me a report. That was enough for me. She was gone in good hands. I respect to all veterinarians because I think not everyone knows that they are grieving too when they lost their patients.