A very sad, frustrating, all around pissed off at the world day.
Piglet was PTS today after suffering several seizures, most likely caused by CDV.
What bothers me more than anything is not that she was dumped and forced to live on trash in the most important months of her life, and not that we spent so much money on medications and surgery that never would have treated the virus in the first place, it's not even that Jan, after having her Irish Setter of 12 years PTS earlier this year and burying her best friend after a sudden illness, had to see Piglet gently out of this world...it's that NOT ONCE, during all the vet visits, did he EVER even MENTION the possibility that she could have distemper. He wouldn't even vaccinate her because he said she was too weak. And he KNEW we had other dogs at home.
I know he is only human, and I'm sure somehow this is my fault for not spending more time researching her symptoms, but dammit, I trusted his professional judgement.
And MY babies, my two sweet, well-behaved lumps of affection are put at risk because of this. Because Momma was stupid and took in a homeless puppy.
There are times in your life, entire weeks it seems, where you just can't do a damn thing right, even with the best of intentions.