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horatioandalice · 3 months
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I'm afraid I have some bad news about Harriet.
Yesterday morning when I got the budgies up, I noticed that she wasn't able to use her right foot. (The picture attached was taken before she lost the use of her foot.) I thought that maybe she and Pippa had had a fight, or that she had injured it in some way, so I toweled her and gave her some of Pippa's leftover pain meds and looked at her foot. There wasn't any visible sign of injury, but she was definitely unable to move her toes. By an unbelievable stroke of luck, my vet had an opening at 2pm, so I took Harriet in to get looked at.
Unfortunately, the prognosis is not good. The vet found a significant amount of bruising in Harriet's abdomen, indicating that she likely has some kind of organ dysfunction that is resulting in pressure being put on the nerves that control her right foot. The most likely causes, according to the vet, are either kidney cancer or reproductive disease. Because budgies are so small, and because of Harriet's age (she's 9) and relative fragility (since she's already had surgery for reproductive issues), the vet isn't confident she would survive the major surgery required to determine the problem, and the odds are there wouldn't be an effective treatment anyway.
So the decision has been made to try to keep Harriet comfortable with anti-inflammatory pain meds and in a hospital cage until her quality of life declines enough that it will be kindest to euthanize her. She is still allowed out with the other budgies, so she's not totally isolated, and as of this morning she is still eating well, destroying toys, and being very active and vocal (her wonky foot doesn't slow her down at all!), so right now she's doing well. She has already outlived all my other past budgies by three years (!!!), so although of course I will be heartbroken to say goodbye to this little fierce warrior, I am grateful for whatever time we have left.
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gottawhump · 3 months
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Choices
Maia
CW/Tw: pet whump, institutional slavery, BBU/WRU, death/euthanasia mention
It takes forever for the rich kid to decide who he’s taking home, like it always does, but she’s not surprised when he chooses the little dark-haired Romantic.
When the shelter gets a Romantic, they usually get snapped up quickly. Usually, they’re eager to go, trying out all their practiced charms to win over a new owner.
Not that one. He’d been an owner surrender. He was being replaced by a cat, apparently, from the pet shelter a few blocks down. His skin was heavily marked by hard use, with signs of past owners. Any potential new owner would only take him to destroy him, not to cherish.
She hopes that won’t happen to him with the rich kid.
He shrunk into himself in the shelter kennel, refusing to interact with staff or possible adopters. Eventually refusing to eat, which slated him for the end-of-life section.
She hopes he’ll be okay, in his new home.
Now there are only two in the EOL section. The Guard Dog, due to be put down for inappropriate aggressiveness, and the Domestic, because they need more space.
Their adoption fees are heavily discounted, but even at the employee rate, she thinks she can only afford one.
She has to choose.
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just-antithings · 1 year
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Instead of leeching off the tax payers dime , why dont you euthanize yourself, ya worthless oxygen thief? Back in the good ole days people like you would be drowned or left to die in the woods so you wouldn't burden the tribe, before all this hippy "all life is sacred" shit became mainstream.
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delimeful · 11 months
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I feel the need to clarify, since I've seen this confused in comments for the new chapter, that "palliative care" does not mean euthanasia/giving someone a quick death. It means treatment for someone who is dying that focuses on making them as comfortable as possible rather than trying to combat their condition. Logan is unwilling to accept the reading because it's telling him there's nothing he can do to prevent Virgil from dying, not because it's telling him to actively kill Virgil
yup, exactly! my apologies, i didn’t realize the term was being interpreted that way
also to be clear, virgil is fine. this is just a very upsetting and stressful misunderstanding for the alien dads
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fbwzoo · 7 months
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Well. Bearded dragon ended up coming home with Jack last night due to work shift making it easy to just get him then.
Sometimes I hate being right. I'd been getting increasingly certain that this kiddo was gonna be in bad shape from the info and pictures we kept getting. Well. Let me introduce you to Ed.
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Yeah. Poor bub has moderate to severe MBD. He can't even lift himself off the ground really, and he moves by shuffling along on his belly, pulling himself with his front legs. His legs feel like undercooked noodles.
They dumped crickets in the 20g with him, so we moved him over to the 40g last night. Weird makeshift set up bc we didn't even have a lid yet, getting one today. Used the heat and (unused??) Uvb light they had for right now, getting proper stuff ASAP. He's got cloth puppy pads for the floor right now, which seems to work well. Soft, but stay put so he can move.
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Joel is getting greens this morning, Jack is getting the lid and some slate & bricks for a better basking spot. May have to do just the slate if he can't even get up a ramp right now, but hoping he can so it can double as a hide. He's dehydrated as well, so that's adding to his current struggle. We decided against trying to syringe him some water last night, to avoid stressing him more than he already was.
Jack's going to work on hydration today, and also calling the vet so we can get him in next week. We're expecting at least bloodwork, probably x-rays, and then we'll see what the vet thinks about the chances of improving his state. Honestly, euthanasia is on the table, but we're still hoping to avoid that. We'd really like to at least see how he responds to a proper set up & food, and if there's any improvement with some treatment time.
And I guess I'm eating my words, bc if we don't euthanize this bub, he's probably fucking staying now! He's going to be disabled to some degree for the rest of his life, and I suppose we could still likely find someone willing to take him, but it does add further complication.
My boys know me well though. Apparently they were already taking bets on how likely we were to keep him. 🤦 I chose my life partners well, I think.
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friendraichu · 2 years
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My sweet old cat is scheduled for euthanasia on Saturday. We will be doing it at home. He will be surrounded by his family. He will be spoiled and in no pain. He will go peacefully, knowing he is loved.
It still hurts so bad my heart is aching.
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likesplatterpaint · 8 months
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Ughggghh Pasta’s eyes are cloudy and despite doing 50% a week and a half ago, all the tanks are looking grody. Cyano is back in Louie’s tank and now maybe the Yam’s too. Our worm supply is lower than I thought. Glad we’ll be homebodies this weekend so I can get these guys straightened out. Everyone else seems fine except Pasta. Could be food, could be params, could be too much sunlight (can’t really do much about that with the placement of the Gal tank). My skinny buddy in the dwarf puff tank is STILL hanging on, even comes up to greet me in the breeder box. But despite multiple wormings, meds, and an abundance of feeding, he still is incredibly skinny. If he wasn’t so lively I’d consider euthanizing the kinder option.
Of course this is all going down the week before school starts and my brain is absolutely screaming with Tasks. Maybe I will tub Pasta tmr.
On the bright side one of my supervisors actually listened to me, validated me and got pushed on my behalf so maybe I WONT have 5 preps in the second semester.
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sorcery-fight · 1 year
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Euthanasia is to expensive so their hjust putting me on a train to Gilroy
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fourteen--steps · 2 years
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Update on Miss Lilac
Went back to the vet today, expecting a bad time. Planned for a biopsy to confirm once and for all whether it’s cancer/mycobacterium/maybe a parasite, but only for safety’s sake. Was expecting to schedule a time to put her to sleep.
Unexpected ok news though? Doc said the lump is noticeably smaller; he’s right I just couldn’t tell until he pointed it out but it really is. She was also trying to flip over in the bucket on the way there which I never noticed her doing before.
So he aspirated the lump again, going to send it out for staining and a PCR to check for mycobacterium bc I really need to rule that out for my own peace of mind. No biopsy today though, it’s small enough that a biopsy would be pretty invasive now and maybe less necessary. So she’s going to stay on the antibiotic/meloxicam injections for the time being and we’ll see if she progresses. She’s still happy and hungry and taking the shots well, if that changes she’ll let me know she’s done.
I’m not optimistic yet but I’m pleasantly surprised to see a bit of change, and maybe a bit relieved to kick the can just a bit further down the road, if I’m being completely honest. Life is still a shitshow rn and the idea of losing my girl is just... Let’s just say I don’t need another thing to break down about at 2 am
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gottawhump · 11 months
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Safe
Kolya
CW/TW: human trafficking, pet whump, chronic illness, death and euthanasia mention, BBU/WRU. For BBU Community Days 13: Safety. @bbu-on-the-side
“Let me see your barcode, Eliot. Please.” He is trying to make requests, not commands.
The younger man obeys, immediately, despite the apprehension in his eyes. No, fear. He hates that he’s made Eliot afraid.
“Why?”
That’s good. Not long ago he would apologize instead of asking questions. It makes Kolya smile, while he runs the hand scanner over the barcode. It beeps, bringing up the information he’s looking for.
“I want to—“ He chooses his words carefully. “I want to keep you safe. You aren’t, if your owner or WRU is looking for you. I’m going to try and buy you from your old owner.”
“You want to buy me?”
Do you know what a fucked-up thing that is, Nikolai? But Eliot’s smile is so bright. “Yes. Then I will free you. Is that all right?”
Eliot hugs him.
He’s ushered in by a Domestic. Another brings trays of drinks and canapés.
He never noticed the Domestics, before. They’re not meant to be noticed, most of the time. But now he can’t stop looking at them.
“Nikolai, it’s been too long!”
He smiles, makes his courtesies. He doesn’t know the Bramwells, not really. They’re old money, society people with no blood under their fingernails. But they know the right people, they’re connected to the important people. He attended a few parties here.
He fucked their Romantic over this table, he’s pretty sure.
“If we could discuss the matter I called you about.”
“Yes. You found one of our Domestics? The barcode notification surprised us.”
“Why?” It’s one of those questions better left unasked, but she’s already answering.
“Oh, you know…” Mrs. Bramwell shrugs. “Sometimes they wander off when they near their expiration date.”
Expiration date.
“It’s usually not worth chasing after them, just to have to put them down,” Mr. Bramwell says. “It’s easier just to replace them.”
“Some do come back. It’s all they know, after all.”
It’s all they’re allowed to know. Kolya drinks from the glass in his hand, an excuse to swallow. “So, the Domestic I found. 992704.” Forgive me, Eliot. “How much do you want for him?”
After some discussion, the Bramwells settle on a paltry sum. A token price, for a friend who wants something you were going to throw away anyway, because it’s wearing out.
He’s glad to go.
“Sir?” It’s the cook, a graying matronly woman. “Did I understand correctly? You purchased 704?”
“Yes.” He feels dirty saying it. He is going to need a long, hot shower when he gets home.
“Then he’s alive? Is he well?”
She cares about Eliot. It’s a shock after the indifference of his previous owners.
“He is.” I’m doing the best I can. “You’re a friend?”
“Domestics don’t have friends.” She softens the rote phrase with a smile. “Sometimes I spent time with 704, when he wasn’t working or in storage.”
“Storage?”
Without a word, she leads Nikolai to a door not far from the kitchen, set off the main living room. A coat closet, he thinks. Then he opens the door, and sees the vacuum, the mop, the washcloth, and containers of cleaning chemicals. Towels and washcloths. A storage closet, for cleaning supplies.
Oh, Eliot.
For once, he doesn’t find Eliot cleaning the house when he gets home. He’s on the living room couch, with Jonas hovering over him. He sits up when he sees Kolya, before a hard coughing fit takes. Overexertion.
Expiration date.
When the coughing passes, he takes Eliot in his arms and holds him tight, holds him close.
“It’s over, Sir? I’m yours?”
“Yes. You’re mine and I will keep you safe, Eliot. For the rest of your life.”
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rrover · 1 year
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i htae that stupid confetti popup thing that appears when i make a post im going to euthanize it at the vet
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just-antithings · 1 year
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They’re not even trying anymore
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😬😬😬😬
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shadowthorne · 2 years
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I don't post about work much, but yesterday was a bit wild.
I started the day out with an extremely sweet, quite long email about me, my compassion towards the family and their sick dog, and an update (with unexpected but good news!) about how the very sick dog is doing sent to the clinic email.
Wonderful update was followed immediately by an owner asking me to help him get his large, immobile dog out of the car. I grabbed a gurney and went out to help, to find the dog couldn't walk because she was actively seizing. We toweled her head and neck and strapped her down and rushed her inside. I apologized to the owner and asked him to see the front desk as I rushed away with his dog. We gave her SO much anti-convulsive drugs and finally just straight up sedated her to get her to stop seizing. She woke up and immediately started again. At the request of the owner, we sedated again, and she woke up seizing again. She was at our clinic for a good 30-40 minutes, having a seizure the entire time. We euthanized, there wasn't much else that could have been done.
Then we had a corgi puppy that came in for being stomped in the head by a deer. I've seen plenty of animal attacks- other dogs, cats, coyotes, raccoons, even a squirrels, but deer was new! Puppy is VERY lucky. She's going to be sore and bruised up for a bit, and has minor trauma to her eye, but she's going to be fine.
Another dog came in afterward; was chewing on a bone and cut his lip. He had blood and what looked like a good chunk of flesh stock in his chin hair. There was so much blood we couldn't tell what was just hair and what was torn lip. We sedated and cleaned him up, and?? No torn lip??? Just blood clotted in his hair? We couldn't find a wound anywhere. The owner was shocked, but very pleasantly surprised. We were also.
And then! To top of the night and get even better; an owner ran in clutching a plastic bag, crying "I cut off my dog's tongue!" She had apparently been using a pair of kitchen shears to cut chicken into her dog's bowel and the dog went after a piece of chicken that was still mid-cut. Another very lucky dog. It was just the very tip of the tongue and had already stopped bleeding by the time she got to us.
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monzaemonrambles · 10 months
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i can’t sleep and i’m suddenly suicidal and want to self harm
i cant put an exact reason but brain just says i need to die and that feels right
out of all of my friends i should be the only one to die and i’m the only one who deserves it. weak little girl who couldn’t protect her brothers. sad sack of flesh and fat. small insect. broken machine.
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I have a GoTG oc that I haven't used in years...do I dare?
Her name is Xema and she was a human-animal hybrid that was rescued from a lab as a toddler and raised on Xandar. Her father took her in because he couldn't stand the thought of a little girl being euthanized just for existing, and because he and his wife had been trying for kids for years with no luck, he figured this was meant to be. His wife, however, was...far less enthused by the idea of having a mutant baby dropped on her without being asked.
This...led to a lot of trial and error, as well as an ostracized, miserable kid whose needs weren't met because nobody knew what her needs even were.
She left home after hearing her adoptive mother saying some really shitty things about her and wondering why her husband even bothered, given it was unlikely she'd survive into adulthood.
Xema, with her cat-like agility and flexibility, became a burlesque dancer after bumming around the galaxy for awhile to figure herself out. She genuinely doesn't know if or when she'll die because of how fucked her genetics are and lives for the moment without really caring about anyone or anything. She's really fucked up and self destructive because she feels like she's only surviving and not really living. Why bother planning for a future if you don't know you'll even be there to see it?
So yeah her whole thing is kind of an allegory for chronic illness and what happens to a lot of us who never thought we'd get this far.
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singlecrochet · 1 year
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btw re that last post I was genuinely super grateful when last winter when among us euthanasia was trendy a couple people did actually tag for them because I was at my Horrible Suicidal Evil Animal Death By Cruelty And Euthanasia 13 Hour Hell Shift Killing Myself Job aka worked at a vet clinic and literally felt like I was in literal actual hell but worse. and any mention of anything to do with euthanasia made me cry hysterically. literally my own fault for not filtering more and I didn’t ask anyone to and I don’t think it’s something you should “have” to tag by any means (it’s. among us) but to the couple people who did jsyk i am genuinely grateful lol
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