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Jessie and Agatha

By Laura On December 3, 2008 · 4 Comments

Because I don’t own a scanner, here are pictures of pictures of two of the best dogs EVER. I couldn’t have loved them more if I had squeezed them out of my own birth canal. The little Schnauzer mix’s name was Jessie and the Airedale’s name was Agatha. I was working for a veterinarian as a vet tech when I adopted them. They had both been abandoned as sick puppies there. They went almost everywhere I went and were very social and highly intelligent. They were my best friends.

At 15 years of age Jessie was diagnosed with cancer. It was untreatable and when it became obvious that she was in pain, I did one of the hardest and most unselfish things I ever had to do. Having worked as a vet tech I saw it all the time. People would hang on too long, not wanting to let go. I didn’t want to do that. She deserved better. She deserved the best. I held her as the veterinarian gave her the injection and as I felt her little body going limp, I swear to God my fucking heart broke. Three months later I had to repeat the same with Agatha.

There’s not a day that goes by that I don’t miss them.

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Becky says:

December 3, 2008 at 10:04 pm

I’m with you. I would rather let go and suffer the loss, than watch something suffer because of my selfishness!
A couple of years ago, I found a puppy on the side of the road that had been hit by a car. I took it to the vet and we decide to put it down, there’s more to the story. But it was best because it was suffering. I cried as if I’d had that dog all my life. I’m so tenderhearted toward animals its pitiful.

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Jennfer says:

December 4, 2008 at 7:22 am

Oh man. I come here to laugh, and this is so sad.

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midtown miscreant says:

December 4, 2008 at 9:42 am

It’s a cliche, but there really is no better friend.
Great post.

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daphne says:

December 7, 2008 at 9:12 am

I worked in a vet clinic too. You learn pretty quickly that it can be cruel to keep a suffering animal alive because the owner can’t let go and face the sad reality that their beloved pet is not going to get better.
It’s heartbreaking when we lose our best friends. I’ve always had pets, but one dog, Max, was my favorite – he died fifteen years ago and I still miss him, he was simply wonderful in every way a great dog can be.
By the way, I didn’t last long in the vet business – I came home crying way too often.

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