Through the years, they took care of the many dogs that have become a part of our lives. In 2007, Roxie had growths on her back legs. She could no longer get up. We created a stirrup with a big towel and "walked" her into the clinic. Her mind thought she was walking but her body was not. We knew what they were going to tell us in regards to her situation. Still, we wanted tests and xrays done to confirm what we already knew.
Roxie had growths on her hind legs. She had other issues as well and although we prepared our minds for what was to come, you're never ready to hear those words. "We recommend to put her down."
We asked a few close friends to be with us. This was the first time we had to go through something like this and Roxie was Romel's dog. She waited for him for 15 months to come home from Iraq. I still remember that day. She saw him get out of the car. She was overweight at the time. Although she could not jump on him, she hopped on her two front legs like a bunny as he entered the gate. She cried and whimpered as he cuddled and hugged her. I couldn't keep a dry eye watching them reunite. Now, we had to say goodbye and I knew it was going to be difficult. We needed our friends who were also close to her to be there.
I still remember it like it was yesterday. They had Roxie in the room waiting for us. As soon as we walked in, I couldn't contain myself. As soon as she heard and smelled us, she whined. She couldn't move anything but her head up and down. I knew she was uncomfortable. We took a few minutes to say our goodbyes. Pet her and kiss her and tell her how much we loved her and it was all OK. When the time came, we all broke down. Romel said, "Thank you Roxie girl. Thank you for 11 years...now rest.." as he held her head and kissed her as she closed her eyes one last time. She quietly went to sleep as we all held a part of her. I wanted her to know how much we loved her and that she was not alone in her last moments.
We had her cremated privately and her ashes sit with us in the living room.
2014, we go through the same thing with Harley. This time it was just Romel and I. This time, I was not ready. This time, I was angry. Angry at the careless and ignorant driver who hit him and did not care. I am positive that Harley let out a loud yelp when he was hit. He screams when I accidentally step on his tail. How much more a car! I don't care if they didn't know they hit him. I'm still angry at everyone in my area. Every potential car that moves in my neighborhood. I hope Karma bites them back tenfold for what they did to my dog.
All this anger flowed out in a rage of hot tears down my face as I pet him to sleep. As I called his name softly in his ear. As I tell him it was ok and to sleep.
19 years later, this Vet hospital treated us with the same exceptional professionalism and tender loving care I have grown to expect. Even in my distraught and emotional state, they managed to remain professional and sincere. I don't know how they do it. If I had to do their jobs, I'd be an emotional wreck every day.
The accident occurred 3 days ago on my birthday. We put him down yesterday morning. I picked up his ashes this evening. I sincerely appreciate their efficiency. To have his ashes back home relieves me. Though I'm still completely heartbroken, knowing that he is now finally resting in piece and his remains are back home, I can now move forward with the grieving process.
Thank you Waipahu Waikele Pet Hospital (previously Waipahu Leeward Veterinary Clinic). Your staff and service has and always will be #1 for our family.