Unbearable Loss

An Epitaph For Zoey: I Rescued My Beloved Dog Zoey From A High-Volume Killing Pound. Bedraggled And Terrified She Was Transformed Into A Handsome Happy Dog Who Danced Her Life After She Outgrew Her Fear And Insecurity. We Had Nine Years Together-Not Nearly Enough. Zoey Was Diagnosed With Cancer On October 9 2001; Thirteen Days Later On October 23 2001-A Day I Can Never Forget-She Was Dead But Not From Her Illness. She Developed All The Classic Signs Of Chemo-Induced Sickness. Distraught And Confused I Thought Zoey Might Be Dying; A Veterinarian Who Did Not Know Zoey Destroyed Her Without Any Veterinary Care Assessment Or Consideration Of The Effects Of Chemotherapy. From Rescue Through Life And Into Illness And Death And Then My Inconsolable Grief This Is Zoey'S Story. My Journal Of Her Days Of Illness Her Final Days Hours And Her Death All Are Included Here. I Remember Zoey In Zoeypoems Of Remembrance And Mourning And In Photographs. I Also Provide A Carefully Detailed Expose Of What Happened With The Complaints I Filed About Veterinary Malpractice. I Reproduce The Complaint Documents My Correspondences Phone Discussions And The Official Response Letters. The Politics Of Cover-Up Unfolds Revealing How Impenetrable Is The Disregard For Veterinary Misconduct. I Offer Advice And Warning To Others About How They Might Best Care For And Protect Beloved Animals During Their Illnesses To Avoid The Perils Of The Veterinarian'S License To Kill. I Offer My Thoughts About Needed Reforms To Create Objective And Just Review Procedures.