The "Goodbye Room"
So this morning, my Aussiepoo Jimmy took the Final Ride to the Vet. Yes, it the ultimate price our hearts pay in pain, for all the years of love we receive from our pets; and I've done it way too man...
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JRscooby wrote:
When the time came, we where camping in a local state park. The vet came to the park, and Luke's camper was his good-by room.
Wow! Talk about being in your happy place when you pass.... that's so sweet :-)
Eons ago, at age 19, I had to make that awful decision about my dog I'd had almost all my life. My then-Vet said if I wanted to bury her, to come back the next day and pick her up. Of course I wanted to bury her in her favorite place, my grandparent's cottage, so I borrowed Mom's station wagon, picked up the 60-lb dog (wrapped in a black plastic "body bag"), grabbed some tools I figured I'd need to bury a pet in the woods, and headed north.
About an hour into the drive, I managed to be speeding as I entered a small village...and was quickly pulled over. I gave the officer my ID, insurance, etc... then he noticed what surely looked like a potential crime scene in the back with the body bag/pickax/shovel....and asked "Whatcha got back there?"
Yeah - I just *lost it*.... between sobs I managed to get out "bury dog" and "cottage" out. He took heart to whatever I was saying, asked me to drive safely - and sent me on my way. I think he was torn between wanting to comfort; and laughing his butt off....LOL!!
