Losing Lola (my loving dachshund) at a Decatur veterinarian clinic was a heartbreaking and helpless experience. Before the day Lola passed away, I took her to a vet that did not have diagnostic equipment. Lola was nauseated, and the vet did not run any tests on her but gave her pills, for nausea and for pain. I took her home and gave her the pills and it seemed she was somewhat better before I put her in her dog bed for the night. When I got up the next morning, I checked on Lola. She could not get up and was violently ill.
I scooped her up and took her to another local veterinary clinic that had equipment to help her. When I arrived, I told the receptionist she was very ill, and she coldly told me to sit down and put my dog on the waiting list. I held Lola for two hours in the waiting room before I got to an exam room.
Lola was so sick, and the young veterinarian said nothing could be done to save my dog. I walked to the restroom to collect myself because I was very upset. It was then that I heard someone in the hallway chuckling. I went back to exam room where Lola was so sick that the only solution was to put her down. The young man who helped me was nice and respectful, but I couldn’t understand how another employee just walked out, chuckling.
I left a message for her to call me back the following Monday. Instead, the clinic owner called me and defended her. I asked him to have her call me, and he reluctantly said OK, but I never heard from her.
I find these days that it is getting harder to find a person who has character, integrity and respect for other people. Pets are part of the household to most of us, and to have someone find any part of a dying pet’s last moments humorous is terrible. It certainly will be a sad memory for me.