When I was a Baby Doc just out of vet school, I started practicing in Littleton Colorado. I had a Scottish Terrier patient in end-stage liver failure. Her name was Kiltie, and her Mom’s name is Vicki.
Kiltie hated me. I loved her so much, and I loved her Mom too.
Kiltie was my first home euthanasia. I sobbed as I placed her catheter. Russ was there with me because I had only done a couple euthanasias, and was not entirely sure how to do one outside of the hospital.
All went well. All was peaceful.
It is as true now as it was then, the heartache of losing a patient is unquestionably worth the blessings.
I have loved Scotties since the day I met Kiltie.
Post from one year ago today...
December 12, 2015