The happiest day in my life started out looking like it would be the worst. I had taken my much-loved dog to the emergency clinic the night before, and she had been diagnosed with severe pancreatitis. She had to spend the night at the clinic, with i.v.'s going all night long, and the vet there told me that her condition was extremely serious. I loved this dog with all my heart. She had been with me through some terrible life circumstances, and she had become precious to me through the years. I just could not stand the thought of losing her. I prayed for her through the night, and when I went to pick her up at the clinic the next morning, she came trotting out on her leash with the vet smiling. I thought all was well.
After an emergency room visit, owners must take their dogs to their regular vet. So I drove her straight from the clinic to the vet's office. However, my vet was not there yet, and I had to be at work shortly. So I left her there, and they told me she would be held in a cage until my vet arrived to check her over.
A couple of hours later, I received a call from my vet saying, "I've never seen her look so bad." I was stunned, because when I dropped her off, she'd been in excellent condition. I remembered that my vet's colleague in the office, a much older vet, had been secretly whispered about by the girls in the office. One of the patients, a cat, had died in his care the day before, and he had not told anyone. The girls said that the owners came in to pick up their cat, and no one could find it. It turned out that he had hidden the cat's body, and no one had notified the poor owners, who came in expecting to take home their live cat. A chill came over me, when I realized that he might have done something to my dog to cause her to be so sick.
The vet said she would keep the dog there overnight, but I knew there would be no one in the office to take care of her, so I drove to the vet's office to s...