I don't know where to begin. My life seems to be over with. And I am mad as hell. Due to gross incompentancy in my vet, who failed to take simple blood tests when she started to gain weight, my beloved child is dead....She died this afternoon at around 2:00 p.m. and I wasn't here.....I know that now she won't suffer, she will be able to breathe again, and she will be with my Gram...but, hotdog, I'm mad as hell. I just want to be able to hold her again and I can't. But at least this time, she was handled with love and gentleness for her final journey. I had my child cremated and when I get her ashes back...I plan on puttting them in an urn wrapped in her sweater so that she will always be a part of me...

I miss my child....

Amy

Dear Amy,

I am sorry for the loss of your baby. What was her name???

I know how badly it hurts. I wish I could say or do something to ease the pain, but it seems the only thing that helps is time.

I love the idea of putting her sweater on her urn. That is so lovely. Saki's urn is often cold... she HATED the cold. And it maybe be silly, but it bothers me.

Again, I am sorry for your loss.

Love,
Jennifer

I totally understand how upset and mad you were and probably are about your vet. I went through the same thing. I knew there was a problem with my dog "sexy" so I took her to three different vets and one specialist. No one knew what was wrong, they all thought she just had a neck sprain or something that would go away with some down time. One week later around 8pm I saw her just colapse on my couch and her tongue and gums were so white. I took her to the emergency room and she stayed there fighting for her life for exactly one week and then I had to make that horrible decision the morning I went to visit her and bring her food. She didn't deserve to die, if the vet had taken a blood test three days before she crashed and I had to rush her to the emergency room she might have had a better chance to live. She had IMHA, Immune Mediated Helylitic Anemia, which means her immune systemis attacking her red blood cells before her body is able to produce new ones. Very complicated yet deadly disease/condition. She didn't really have a chance when I took her in. I truly believe she stayed alive and fought for one week for me, waited for my daily visits to see her. She was so strong yet in the end I couldn't put her through more of this. She was only three years old and could have lived such a long life but she was called home early.

Amy,

I am deeply sorry for you loss and particularly the cir%%stances surrounding it.

I know you are angry and you have every right to be but for your own health try and get past the anger as it really won't do any good and just uses up energy better spent on other things. Your baby is not in pain anymore ... try and concentrate on that and the love you shared ... this will help you to move past the anger.

Hugs,
Beth