A couple of years back my Golden Retriever got sick. Took her to the vet. Blood test confirmed her kidneys were not working anymore and she'd stopped eating. I asked the vet to put her down. He wouldn't, and wanted to put her on a drip. I pointed out her kidneys weren't functioning and there was no way back, but he was insistent. I go back after 3 days and asked for the dog to be put down again. 'Give me 24 hours more' he asked. I agreed. 30 minutes later whilst driving home my missus gets a phone call, 'Your dog's dead can you come and collect the body?'
Yesterday my other Golden Retriever had to be rushed to the vets. She'd got like an ulcer/cancer in one of her eyes. Vet gave me some eye drops, twice a day, and told me if no better in a week to take her back and he'd remove the eye. Today her face has swollen up and she can't eat with the pain. The eye's a mess. Too graphic to show pic on here. I ask again 'can you put her down?' Reply was 'Bring her in tomorrow and I'll put her on a drip'. Here we go again.
How I sometimes really hate these fcukers.