ViXeNaToR's blog: "Karma"

Betty didn't ask to be born, she was just a victim of the greedy whims of a puppy mill, shipped with her littermates to a pet store.  Shoved in a cage, underfed, not loved, just wanting to be taken care of.  As with many puppies in this situation, she got sick. First a cold, then pneumonia.  She came to the hospital, was cared for, given food when she was able to eat, lots of love and attention, but her poor lungs were scarred for good, she was declared "unfit for purchase"   The pet store then "adopted" her out for a “small” fee to a loving couple who took her and another puppy "Teddy", who was also “unfit for purchase”.  Their new owners came to the hospital as soon as they realized their 2 new babies needed help.  Both stayed in the hospital, with bad coughs.  Teddy got better every day, but poor Betty's lungs were too scarred.  I would take Betty out of her cage, and bring her to see Teddy, saying…”look Betty your brother wants to say hello”.  He’d bark, jump around and try to kiss Betty thru the cage door, but poor Betty just would look back and give her tail a little wag.  Teddy went home healthy, but Betty stayed, her owners had decided to give her back, given her current condition and the fact that they had no idea what a sick dog she was when they got her.  Betty stayed with us, thanks to the vet who owned the practice; she just couldn’t send her back to be neglected.  But life was already over for Betty, much to everyone's dismay.  She faded fast one weekend, and started to seizure.  She suffered so very much, and clearly there was no hope for her ever having a happy, healthy life.  Monday I went to talk to her as much as I could, and when my day was over, I took her and held her for an hour, talking to her and telling her she would soon be ok, and in a better place, one where she would have a healthy body, and would go on to her next purpose in her dogs life. She kept looking at me, with eyes that just begged for help, help to save her from the pain she was now continually feeling.  Betty died in my arms, wet with my tears, but knowing in her short stay that not all humans are bad, and that she was loved for a brief time.

R.I.P  sweet Betty, we tried our best to help you, but it just wasn't good enough =(  I love my coworkers for being so dedicated and caring. 

I just can't forget this poor little puppy.  It's made going to work very hard all week, and my heart hurts every day for her, even if outwardly i don't show it. We wound up losing 4 puppies from that store this week.  I cry every day at the thought of all the suffering these poor animals are subjected to.   I sometimes wonder if this job is not for me.  blah

things like this.........make me truly believe in karma, and that one day it will get those repsonsible for the suffering