It was March 27, 2016, Easter Sunday, my primary veterinarian's office is closed for this Holy day and my 11 year old Victorian Bulldog, Max, is in the absolute worse physical state that I've ever wi... Read More
It was March 27, 2016, Easter Sunday, my primary veterinarian's office is closed for this Holy day and my 11 year old Victorian Bulldog, Max, is in the absolute worse physical state that I've ever witnessed. (I won't go into details).
My primary Vet's office referred me to the Las Vegas Animal Emergency Hospital (LVAEH) where I was met by Roberto who attended to Max's needs with expediency, efficiency and a high level of compassion. His customer service exceeded anything that I'd ever experienced. Dr. Ashley Hopkins was a breath of fresh air. She was most accommodating, poised, professional, and so personally considerate and caring. The technician (Danielle) was very thoughtful and helpful to me and my puppy.
All the years I've had Max he has been well serviced by one special primary veterinarian, however in this moment, I needed God and I believe God led me to these most remarkable, capable people at the LVAEH. I feel so fortunate to have met and gone through this experience in an atmosphere of love, caring, respect and dignity. I will always cherish this place and the people who helped me and my puppy through a most difficult but most humane decision and process. Dr. Hopkins took the time to explain, very succinctly, what was happening physiologically to Max. She even took a moment to speak with my son, who lives in another state, over the phone. Dr. Hopkins discussed the totality of the medical circumstances as they presented and was frank about the statistical outcomes related to the type of aggressive cancer that had overtaken my puppy. She was so "real" with me at a time when I needed it most. As I was faced with the reality of all that was going on with my Max and had personally witnessed his rapid deterioration and decline over the past few weeks, I needed the direct conversation that Dr. Hopkins provided.
A private room was prepared for me and Max. I was provided time to be Max's "hu-mom" and play with him, rubby-dub him, and kissie-poo him. I even streamed his favorite music from my phone. When Max started moaning again from his pain, I called my son. He was able to tell Max goodbye from afar. I could tell by Max's eyes that he was so tired. Dr. Hopkins allowed me to get Max's favorite blanket from my car and we all sat on the floor with Max sniffing his blanket, then lying down comfortably on something he held as familiar. I knew it was time. My puppy licked my face, placed his paw on my hand so tenderly, put his head down, then with the help of Dr. Hopkins, went on his final puppy adventure. He was finally out of that dreadful pain!
Afterwards, my son texted this saying to me: "Don't cry because its over, smile because it happened" ( author unknown).
I cherish the memories, and these memories include all those people and puppies (and a few cats and lizards and one horse) who walked a part of Max's journey with him, and most importantly, those who helped him most in the end. God bless each of you and please keep my Max in your prayers.
My greatest appreciation is extended to the doctors and staff at Las Vegas Animal Emergency Hospital (and of course Dr. Christopher Yach at West Flamingo Animal Hospital and his staff).
One last comment, the cost associated with the amount of medical care Max had in his 11 years does not come close to the amount of profound love he gave, abundantly to others. I am so thankful and grateful to have had Max in my life. Read Less