







It’s been a hell of a week.
Kaylee went in for surgery last Thursday, to get spayed. She had to stay overnight, which was rough because I’ve never left her anywhere before. I was worried she wouldn’t know what was going on. She did great though, and the surgery went fine. I was able to pick her up on Friday afternoon, and she slept a lot for the next couple of days.

On Sunday I called the vet to ask a couple of questions about some abnormal behavior I was noticing with Kaylee, and they told me she needed to be seen right away. So I brought her in to the vet’s office (it was a Sunday, so it was emergency hours, first come first served). I ended up waiting for two and a half hours. Since it was a Sunday and the vet was open on emergency hours only, all of the cases coming in were the problems that couldn’t wait until Monday; the really serious problems. It was tough to watch. I saw a lot of people come in with their pets, and leave in tears.
Kaylee was fine, just some soreness and post-surgery stress.
Sunday night Britanny went in for her first overnight shift at the hospital she works at. On Monday morning, when she got off work, we were supposed to head up to Cape Cod to visit my parents for a couple of days. Instead she came over that morning visibly upset after receiving a message from her parents that one of her two pups had been rushed to the vet after being unable to get out of bed that morning. It didn’t look good.
Britanny decided not to make the trip to Cape Cod, because she wanted to be around in case something happened. The pup was given fluids, and things seemed to be looking up, but around midday the vet called to say she had taken a turn for the worse. She was suffering serious liver failure, and she was in a lot of pain and discomfort. The very difficult decision had to be made to put her to sleep.
It’s cruelly ironic that the day before I sat in an animal hospital and watched a dozen people lose their pets, and the very next day it was happening to my girlfriend.
I had the privilege of taking care of Britanny’s puppies last summer, and I grew very attached to them both. They were wonderful friends, and I was crushed to hear that we were going to lose one. But what I’m feeling is nowhere near the heartbreak that Britanny is feeling, who has enjoyed this puppy’s company for the past ten years.
Rest in peace, we’ll always remember you.

Both puppies together: