She's been in my hospital dozens of times. She suffered from chronic renal failure, and her owner took very good care of her for years, giving her fluids and medications and special foods. We all recognize her when she comes in.
She was diagnosed with pancreatitis a few days ago, at her regular vet's office, and was transferred here Saturday to be kept on fluids for the weekend. On the transfer sheet, the referring vet noted, "owner knows this is end stage/last shot kind of thing." All day, while she was here, she was not able to stop vomiting, despite repeated injections of metaclopramide and cimetidine. After midnight, she started looking weaker and weaker, and finally, just after 2am, she was no longer able to hold herself up.
The doctor called the owner, and she was down here within a few minutes. She sat with Molly for a little while, and made the decision to put Molly to sleep.
Merciful woman, she really is.
So that's what we did. Molly went quietly ...
Sometimes these things really get to me. Especially when the dog is sweet ... especially when the owner cares so much for the animal, and has only the pet's best interests at heart.
Sometimes I cry. But not when anyone can see me.