Last night, I got a call from my mom telling me to get to her house ASAP. Something about the dog (referred to as Jazz from here on out). I get there and see this open wound on her upper pectoral area. Mom says she had let her in earlier and she looked fine, so she left for about an hour to run some errands and when she got home she noticed this big laceration.
I rushed Jazz to the hospital and she gets into the animal-ER immediately. After about an hour the doctor tells me what the operation will be and I leave. I figure it'll all go smoothly.
This morning I wake up and check my phone and see a voice message from the animal hospital. I check and it said that they were having complications during surgery and to call them back when I could (they called at 5AM so unfortunately I couldn't answer it). I call and they tell me the doctor was on the phone with another client so she'd call back.
Around a minute after, my dad comes and breaks the news to me. Jazz died during the operation. They said that while they were flushing the wound, her heart rate dropped dramatically and stopped. They tried reviving her and it started beating a few times, but it never sustained. They said she died fighting, which is a minute comfort to me since at least I know she looked death in the face and fought him to the tooth. Apparently the wound was much deeper than they had thought, and it was very close to her jugular. They think that it might have somehow been compressed during surgery, cutting off that major blood flow. I don't hold any ill will toward the doctors; I knew the risks of surgery, and I know they tried everything they could to save her.
R.I.P. Jazz, 9/29/2007 - 11/16/2008
I rushed Jazz to the hospital and she gets into the animal-ER immediately. After about an hour the doctor tells me what the operation will be and I leave. I figure it'll all go smoothly.
This morning I wake up and check my phone and see a voice message from the animal hospital. I check and it said that they were having complications during surgery and to call them back when I could (they called at 5AM so unfortunately I couldn't answer it). I call and they tell me the doctor was on the phone with another client so she'd call back.
Around a minute after, my dad comes and breaks the news to me. Jazz died during the operation. They said that while they were flushing the wound, her heart rate dropped dramatically and stopped. They tried reviving her and it started beating a few times, but it never sustained. They said she died fighting, which is a minute comfort to me since at least I know she looked death in the face and fought him to the tooth. Apparently the wound was much deeper than they had thought, and it was very close to her jugular. They think that it might have somehow been compressed during surgery, cutting off that major blood flow. I don't hold any ill will toward the doctors; I knew the risks of surgery, and I know they tried everything they could to save her.
R.I.P. Jazz, 9/29/2007 - 11/16/2008
