More than two months ago I lost my dog Buckfey. Actually it was my brother, my friend, my son, a part of me. I cannot understand the lack of sensitivity and respect with which he and I have been treated at the Hollywood Hospital veterinary clinic.
I used up all the resources to find out why it didn't look good and after a day and a night of control they gave it to me arguing that it was fine.
Buckfey could no longer stand on his legs, did not drink water by himself and urinated with blood. I immediately took him to another place where after thoroughly reviewing him, checking all the studies carried out until that moment, and with mercy, they suggested what it was time to let him go to the pet's sky. I had him in his arms for a long time and so they put him to sleep his ultimate dream.

I wonder why I was not properly informed at the first hospitalization. Who gives them the right to deceive me or to deprive my dog of more careful attention. Maybe he could have been saved or end his life without suffering.
Nobody is going to restore my loss, nobody is going to reintegrate my life partner, maybe no one properly measures what his death means to me.
I hope that these words serve to alert those who, like me, trusted professionals who do not know or cannot live up to the circumstances.
Every doctor swears to preserve life and is committed to dealing with the truth, and this time it has not been so.
Thanks Dr KATE CAPPE