Letter: Farewell, old friend
We put our 15-year-old dog, Feets, to sleep. She had been struggling with arthritis, bowel function, blindness and hearing loss. We had been cleaning up urine and bowel movements from our house for months. We took her to the vet numerous times and had full work-ups, blood work, physicals, etc. – not even taking the cost into account. She was our family, and we have six children who loved her.
She seemed to be healthy otherwise, but we watched her struggle to see, to climb stairs, to lay down or get up. We knew her time was up shortly but were scared to let her go. We hoped she would go quietly in her sleep. Not so. A seizure in her sleep caused her to sever her spinal cord.
We took her back to the vet, and she did not come home. A wonderful human being at Compassion in Bradford simply placed an IV in her leg to introduce the meds, and it was over. Not for us. But for her.
As we continue through this life, young, old, sick, dying, why has this country chosen to not have the same respect for human life, as we seem to have for animals?