Why?
“Oh Bella, oh Bella my beautiful baby girl.”
I warned you.
“This is my fault, I’m so sorry.”
I warned you. I told you, six months ago.
“Bella, Bella, I’m sorry.”
All the apologies in the world can’t change what you’ve done.
“Mum, don’t kill her, please please please.” The kids are all screaming.
You’ve got three kids. You’ve gone through childbirth. Can you imagine it?
“This wasn’t supposed to happen, Bella.”
“Why didn’t you get her desexed?”
“I couldn’t afford it.”
“Why didn’t you bring her in yesterday when she started having trouble?”
“I couldn’t afford it.”
No, you couldn't. You can't afford to have a dog. Here's the green needle to prove it.
"I'm so sorry."
Can you imagine it? Can you imagine having a baby stuck in your birth canal for hours, endless hours, not knowing when the pain will end, while the remaining babies inside you rot and putrefy and turn to pus inside you?
“This is all my fault, this wasn’t supposed to happen, he was only twelve months old, I didn’t think it would happen.” I told you, six months ago when you had them here for a vaccination. $180 desexing then, $700 caesarian yesterday, $1000 dying dog now, and how much suffering?
And here we are now.
"Why do you charge so much money?"
Honey, even if I can get away with not charging you any service fees, for which I will end up jobless, you still couldn't afford all the drugs and materials alone. If you couldn't afford to feed and shelter and provide medicine for two dogs and three kids then... why?
Look what you’re making me do.
Look what I freaking have to do now.
“This is all my fault.” She’s sobbing.
On a better day, when I’m not so tired, unwell, exhausted, having had four hours of sleep, and having lost three of my patients already today, ones that I desperately tried to save, perhaps I would have been more sympathetic. Perhaps I would have tried to comfort her.
But I don’t feel like lying today.
“Bella, I love you.”
You did this to your dog.
How could you do this to your dog?
The four puppies are starving, their mum hasn’t been able to feed them for hours. The owner is clueless. Could she get up every two hours to feed these puppies? To check them, stimulate them to go to the toilet, keep them warm, help them if something goes wrong?
No. No, I don't think so.
The owner, the children, and the puppies are all crying. The sounds fade to nothing as I hold the beagle’s head and look into her soulful, tired eyes. She looks as sick as I feel.
“Bella, I love you so much.”
I’ve got the needle in my hand.
Why?
“Oh Bella, oh Bella my beautiful baby girl.”
I warned you.
“This is my fault, I’m so sorry.”
I warned you. I told you, six months ago.
“Bella, Bella, I’m sorry.”
All the apologies in the world can’t change what you’ve done.
“Mum, don’t kill her, please please please.” The kids are all screaming.
You’ve got three kids. You’ve gone through childbirth. Can you imagine it?
“This wasn’t supposed to happen, Bella.”
“Why didn’t you get her desexed?”
“I couldn’t afford it.”
“Why didn’t you bring her in yesterday when she started having trouble?”
“I couldn’t afford it.”
No, you couldn't. You can't afford to have a dog. Here's the green needle to prove it.
"I'm so sorry."
Can you imagine it? Can you imagine having a baby stuck in your birth canal for hours, endless hours, not knowing when the pain will end, while the remaining babies inside you rot and putrefy and turn to pus inside you?
“This is all my fault, this wasn’t supposed to happen, he was only twelve months old, I didn’t think it would happen.” I told you, six months ago when you had them here for a vaccination. $180 desexing then, $700 caesarian yesterday, $1000 dying dog now, and how much suffering?
And here we are now.
"Why do you charge so much money?"
Honey, even if I can get away with not charging you any service fees, for which I will end up jobless, you still couldn't afford all the drugs and materials alone. If you couldn't afford to feed and shelter and provide medicine for two dogs and three kids then... why?
Look what you’re making me do.
Look what I freaking have to do now.
“This is all my fault.” She’s sobbing.
On a better day, when I’m not so tired, unwell, exhausted, having had four hours of sleep, and having lost three of my patients already today, ones that I desperately tried to save, perhaps I would have been more sympathetic. Perhaps I would have tried to comfort her.
But I don’t feel like lying today.
“Bella, I love you.”
You did this to your dog.
How could you do this to your dog?
The four puppies are starving, their mum hasn’t been able to feed them for hours. The owner is clueless. Could she get up every two hours to feed these puppies? To check them, stimulate them to go to the toilet, keep them warm, help them if something goes wrong?
No. No, I don't think so.
The owner, the children, and the puppies are all crying. The sounds fade to nothing as I hold the beagle’s head and look into her soulful, tired eyes. She looks as sick as I feel.
“Bella, I love you so much.”
I’ve got the needle in my hand.
Why?
:( Why, indeed.
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