My dog Bernie died yesterday. I took him to the vet for blood work on Wednesday; his pancreatic values came back normal, though his WBC count was a little elevated. Friday night, he wasn't looking too good so yesterday, my brother in law took him in to the vet. My sister called about 20 minutes later asking me to pick her up, saying the doctor wanted to talk to us.
I've had animals my whole life, and I worked at an animal hospital long enough to know the reality of that statement. I left Tank at my sister's and we clipped fur off of him and Meathead and went to the vet. Bernie was lying on a blanket looking up at us and there was no question at all what we had to do. You could see it in his eyes. He was there, but he was ready to go. And so we let him. Afterwards, we took him to Dignified Pets and said goodbye. He was 17 years old.
I've had animals my whole life, and I worked at an animal hospital long enough to know the reality of that statement. I left Tank at my sister's and we clipped fur off of him and Meathead and went to the vet. Bernie was lying on a blanket looking up at us and there was no question at all what we had to do. You could see it in his eyes. He was there, but he was ready to go. And so we let him. Afterwards, we took him to Dignified Pets and said goodbye. He was 17 years old.
Bernie
April 1992 - March 2008
April 1992 - March 2008
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It's never easy to lose such a close friend (as any pet is to their person), but to have lost so many close friends in such a short amount of time is so sad. I wish I had better words than "I'm so sorry" or "my condolences"--they don't seem nearly enough.
that's awful, bt. i hope you're doing okay.
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