Libby prefers that her doctor NOT be referenced as a ‘veterinarian’ (and also that she not be called a dog). Her last doctor spoke to Perry and me about euthanasia BEFORE the tests they ran on her were even complete. I remember the words, “Oh, you can go ahead and have her nails trimmed, but you need to be thinking about putting her down.” I was tore up like a train wreck. Come to find out, the tests were fine and Libby was safe from the needle.
Libby’s new doctor didn’t sugarcoat the fact that she’s old or say she was going to be around for 20 more years, but he did say she was pretty darned healthy for an old girl. She had surgery yesterday and although it’s obvious she feels a little rough, she did just fine. While she was asleep, he also removed those warts on her nose. Like a doggie facelift! If she only had some hair color to wash away the gray…
Wouldn’t you think that if you chose to be a veterinarian you would be compassionate and understanding and especially sensitive when it comes to pet owners (THE PARENTS)? Yah? Me too! That’s what I expect — and that’s what I found. If you’re local and looking for a dog physician (veterinarian), check out St. Francis Pet Hospital in Seymour… ask for Dr. Paul Rennekamp. He rocks!