Friday morning we called to get an appointment with our primary care vet. She was only going to be in for the afternoon and had a full schedule. But I prevailed on the nurse to ask the vet to squeeze us in.
Our meeting with the vet was a largely positive experience. She's always been a reality check for us, as well as a caring and sympathetic doctor. She'd had to help us through the process, 7 years ago, as our last dog, another Sheltie, had gotten old and then needed to be put to sleep.
A digression, what a horrible term we use for animals, 'putting them to sleep'. No, we had Ally put to death because her esophagus lost it's ability to transport food to her stomach. We did it before she died of starvation, or inhalation pneumonia.
Anyway, after 15 minutes going over options with our vet, we were largely set on a course of action. She'd said that has a veterinary practice in an affluent portion of LA (for what it's worth, Michael Jackson's estate is 4 miles away), and that she'd never had a patient undergo brain surgery. In other words, this wasn't a common path to take...
We left with her agreeing to do some more research. And, as Maxine went to pay for the consultation, she told us that there wouldn't be any charge.... We were teary as we walked back to our car.
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