PET: An unnecessary death

My Elle girl is dead. My heart is broken. When I think of her, my eyes swell and I start to cry. She died this past Wednesday of Congestive Heart Failure. I had just returned home from an appointment with a different vet. She got as far as inside the front door, laid down and died. I had all this medication to start her on, and it was too late. My best friend lay on the floor gasping for breath. My wife and I have not stopped crying.

I will always know you killed my dog. I paid you a lot of money for the neglect she got from a so-called vet. If you had cared enough to check into her problem better, she would be alive today. You had the time to fix her. I trusted you to care for my Elle and you let me down. Worse you let her down and now she’s gone.

I have the X-rays from the second vet that shows her heart and lungs. How many times did I ask you about her labored breathing? How many times did you say, “Don’t worry, her heart and lungs are fine”? Would you like to see the X-rays?

I carry a lot of blame too. You were my choice. Not hers. I wish I could name names and an address to scare people from your door.

I’m sending this to the newspaper. I hope they print it.

DANIEL McHATTON

Hayden