Where do dead pets go?

I recently lost Greta, our nine-year-old Mini Schnauzer.

It happened all of a sudden. I was so happy when I found out that she was one month pregnant, but the following day she died.

I took Greta to the vet on a Wednesday just to confirm what we at home already knew. Greta had all the signs of a pregnant doggie. She was sleeping most of the time. She seemed to feel real hot and she was not eating as much as she used to.

I asked our regular vet what was happening to Greta about two weeks ago, but she told me that it was too soon to know for sure that she was on the puppy way.

This vet recommended that we give Greta vitamin B and make sure that she stayed cool all the time.

We did that.

And then it happened.

"Bigyan ninyo ng Biogesic kasi medyo mataas ang lagnat niya," the vet near our house, who is not our regular vet, said to us. Since it was a vet who had given the advice I thought it was OK.

We gave Greta a Biogesic on Wednesday. When we woke up on Thursday she was dead. No signs that she was sick. Matter of fact, she did the normal things she did the night before.

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ust yesterday I spoke with my regular vet and found out that Biogesic is fatal for cats. "If you give a cat Biogesic it will die," she said to me.

I only wanted to know if she was pregnant, was all I could tell our regular vet. But the vet near our home said Biogesic was OK.

I have not gotten over the fact that we caused Greta’s death. I have no one to blame. But the pain I feel does not want to leave me. All the what-ifs. I pride myself with being a responsible pet owner. I listen to what the vet says.

But I did not know that I needed a second opinion.

Instead of listening to your friendly neighborhood vet, just like with people, it’s good to get a second opinion. I have not stopped badgering myself about the fact that I could’ve sent a text to our vet just to ask. But I didn’t.

Painful lesson learned.

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I have lost three dogs in a year-and-a-half.

We still have Gorby who is so full of life, Boris who is an 11-year-old Schnauzer, and just recently we have added Tasha, a Toy Poodle just like Gorby.

If there is one thing I have learned about owning a pet, it’s that they are only happy if they have other pet mates with them.

Gorby is learning to play with Tasha.

Tasha is a lovable and loving little girl. She sleeps with me and Gorby, and at night we have fun watching Tasha as she stays cute.

To Yuri, Buddy, and Greta, have fun. We miss you guys.