Quoting Charlee ♥ Jensen:" I had a dog for a year, he was 12 when I got him, and had to put him down and bawled. I would SUCK at watching I have had numerous fish but Nemo is the only one I have really bonded with lol"
The hardest euthanasia I ever witnessed was when I lived in Las Vegas, Nevada.
It was Christmas Eve, the office was closed with the exception of one final patient. So the Vet technicians and receptionists were gone. The only people in the office was 1 doctor, and those of us who worked in the boarding facility. I think the owner of the dog was a personal friend of the doctor. (It's the only reason to me that makes sense as to why they would be there after the office was closed).
Anyways, we were finishing up in kennels, and doc comes in there, and asks me to assist her with something. She felt because I was older than my coworkers, and have assisted before that I would be able to handle it best. So she asks me if I can help assist her with a Euthanasia. My first response was, "On Christmas Eve?" She then explained to me that the dog had terrible cancer and would suffer through the Holiday and probably wouldn't survive past the following day.
So, I grabbed the stretcher and met her in the exam room. I walked in to see a BEAUTIFUL 15 year old Golden Retriever, whose family was already in tears saying their goodbyes.
The family said their final goodbyes and watched as we put the dog on the stretcher and carried it away. I stayed in treatment with the dog until the doc dismissed the family. I spoiled him in those last few minutes. Loved on him and gave treats and all kinds of good stuff.
Anyways, I am sitting there with doc, holding the vein so she can get a good stick. She had just barely drawn up the euthanasia (And I am trying so hard to hold back my tears), when my 17 year old coworker looks through the window, comes busting into treatment hysterical saying, "OMG, you can't euthanize a dog on Christmas Eve." Doc tells me, "Sheree, get her out of here."
So I looked at my coworker and by now I have tears running down my cheeks and I said (As I pointed to the door), "Andrea get the smurf out of here." So she in tears walked out. I turned back to the dog, and doc just looks at me and asks me, "Are you ok." All I could say was.. "Lets just get this over with."
It was the hardest euthanasia I had ever partook in.