A Saturday at the Vet

Maggie went to the vet first thing Saturday morning. Friday night she would look at you and groan without any visible cause. When she was outside, she would squat to pee, walk a bit, try to pee, walk a bit, try to pee, etc. Identifying this as a UTI, I sent Donatello to the grocery to get cranberry pills. Being a guy, I was forced to walk him through the process of finding the AZO Cranberry with directions like “try the tampon aisle, next to the Monistat and Summer Eve.” Fortunately, he was successful and we were able to ease Maggie’s pain with an over-the-counter antibiotic, pain reliever, and cranberry pill cocktail. So first thing Saturday, we went to the vet. 
We took Elsie. She needed to be weighed and Maggie typically shakes like a cold Chihuahua at the vet, so you know… moral support. Maggie was confirmed to have a UTI and was given antibiotics. Elsie weighed a whopping 51.8 lb. We paid and as we left, I saw a man in his mid-sixties standing in the waiting room, heaving and crying, and holding a Dachshund with gray fur in his muzzle and ears.
I took my puppies to the car, dropped the keys in the seat and go inside without a word to Donatello. I didn’t know what I was going to do, but I had to do something. So, I walked back into the waiting room as he was called back into a room.
Once the door closed behind him, our vet tech walked back out and asked if I forgot something. I hesitated and suddenly, I knew what I was going to do for this man.
“Um, that man with the Dachshund. Can I pay for the visit? It is pretty clear they are here for, um, euthanasia and I can only imagine how dreadfully difficult that must be and I want to do something. So, can I pay for it?” They let me credit his account the amount for the visit. It didn’t do anything to cheer him up, but at least he didn’t have to pay to let his best companion die peacefully.
Then, I walked back to my car with my husband and my two puppies. I petted them and told them they were not allowed to die. And, I went home and told my kitties the same thing. Once we agreed to live forever, we all watched some t.v. together and thought of anything but the vet visit.

Author: A Bookish Girl

I am working on my postgraduate degree in automotive engineering with a specialisation in advanced powertrains and drivelines. I enjoy engines and vehicles. When not reading or diving into petrol head endeavours, I enjoy running (with my dogs and husband), hiking (with my dogs, Otto, and husband), cycling (with my dogs or husband), ballet (with ballet friends), and cooking (with bourbon).

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