The dog of my sister Joanna’s classmate died today.
Sugar was a teacup dog and looked like this:
She was pregnant, and yesterday, she was supposed to give birth but the puppies inside her already died and they couldn’t get out due to her small size. The dog was already swimming in blood and was breathing heavily.
They didn’t hesitate to bring her to the veterinarian. Crying, they asked the expert to remove the puppies from the dog’s body. But what did the veterinarian do? The “professional” asked them to pay an insane amount of money.
They went home with the suffering dog, still with the puppies inside her. Joanna’s classmate stayed with the dog for a long time; she didn’t even plan to go to school. The dog was finding it difficult to breathe and really seemed about to die but it kept on looking at her owner. Her mum told her to go to school already and just let the dog “leave” too. It couldn’t die while her owner was there; she was still waiting to be saved.
As soon as she got to school, she got a text message that Sugar stopped breathing. She was still crying when she shared this story to her friends, including Joanna, who told it to me.
Joanna and I both agreed that the so-called veterinarian’s action was so sickening; it’s disgusting.
I just want to console myself by thinking that in an alternate universe where good things happen to Sugar, I am a veterinarian and I actually saved her.