Goal. Dogs last consciousness of being in secure safe arms that have been trusted so long.
Result , failure.
Dogs last conscious moments in a seperate room fighting vet and assistant(s) putting needles in him.
And we knew he would fight needles. Nothing new there except the pain a struggle would induce.
Why then did we allow him to leave the room?
Stupid people.
Sacred trust violated.
Woman upset beyond description.
And my stupid ass right there involved , like I didn't know better.
Mad wouldn't help. So what does that leave , self disgust of being inexcusably unaware of my own decisional awareness's consequences on others that trust me causing them pain and stress when they don't deserve it? I don't see anything else.
How long till Momma quits loathing herself for allowing the dog to be taken out of the room to have a port put in it? It's going to be a long time. If ever.
This I know from how fresh prior dogs passing's are in her mind.
The lil guy's suffering is over. So there's that.