I was a wreck!
I was a wreck. I knew it was time, yet never could imagine my anguish. Initial call was enough to give me just the strength to deliver my Baby Girl to them the next afternoon. That lady was so gentle and meek… and it was perfect. The day was a memory-build try, but was just a bit of foreboding dread. I arrived fully unable to speak… just tears. That seemed just enough. I was given patience and sincere ears. In the room, that balance of a need for a PERMANENT end to suffering (merciless, but for a grander purpose), and the merciful rapid effect. I was never more impressed by veterinarians than this kind woman. If you matter, to those who serve you, your strength grows. I will make it. Megan’s Landing Vet matters to me… because my beautiful Baby and I mattered to them.