My precious Pekingese, Muffin, had to be put down when she was 12. The Vet told me what time he would do it, so I specifically took off of work and went to the Vet hospital to be by her side. My sister was in school and my mother had the stomach flu, so it would be just the two of us; but it was enough for me that she was not alone.
When I got there, I was informed that it had already happened earlier in the day and they had already disposed of her body. No goodbyes, no loving embraces, no last kisses.
It's getting difficult to swallow, twenty years later, just thinking about it.
I never used that vet again.
>When I got there, I was informed that it had already happened earlier in the day and they had already disposed of her body. No goodbyes, no loving embraces, no last kisses.<
As a former vet tech, lifelong pet owner, this breaks my heart. What an insensitive, heartless act, both to you and to your little dog. I only wish you had told the vet in person why you would never give him another penny.