The Killing of Harry: The Fatal Consequences of Ignoring Intuition

Above - The Pharmacological Shutdown:

Harry on the Massey lawn, draped in the scarf the ICU vet, "Steffi", insisted be used to hide the rigid 'euthanasia' catheter they installed before my arrival and prior to any consent (in fact, while I was still very much objecting). This image captures the false pretences established by the hospital - a dog portrayed as peacefully fading from their claimed "neurological event) - while, in reality, under heavy, undisclosed sedation that his body would shortly violently reject as he tried valiantly to alert me that he was still "in there" (with this efforts being quickly shut down by the vet Steffi, who instructed me to pull him down so she could administer the terminating substance).

This was a little boy, who just 15 hours earlier, after admission into Massey's ICU "care" was standing on his hind legs with front paws outstretched through the bars of his cage, screaming loudly for human comfort (and receiving none from the ICU staff - who, it appears, "convenience-sedated" him instead with a potent sedative cocktail specifically contraindicated for the kidney issues they would clearly have seen he had, from the blood tests they had just processed).

For a more clinical and pharmacological evaluation of the above photograph, see end of article.

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Notwithstanding the Victim Impact Statement I felt compelled to write to demonstrate the intense and lasting impacts upon me of the sheer wickedness of Massey’s strategies and actions in the clinically and ethically incomprehensible actions they took that led to their ending the life of my beloved dog, Harry . . . here’s why I deserve (almost) no sympathy.

Every cell in my being – at the very deepest level – screamed at me that something sinister was afoot at Massey . . .

from the moment of the highly unexpected, lengthy and ultra high-pressure phone call telling me had to be “euthanased” (with no mention of the actual reason he’d actually been admitted just 12 hours earlier i.e. for a rehydration procedure . . .

to the ramping up of the pressure in another lengthy in-person “consultation” . . .

. . . to the multiple different trigger points the vet, "Steffi", came from in trying to get an "OK, then" response . . . from the clinical, "he's probably had a neurological event", to "he'll go downhill from here and don't you want to remember the good times instead?" . . . to "I remember how he used to run around the room and come up and lick me" (like a reminiscing family member, when she'd only ever seem him once, or at most, twice before and on a consulting room table) . . . to "you can't take him back into the van" (I was temporarily in a small campervan while flood-related repairs were being carried out on my house) . . . to every other angle she could come from as she probed for the one - logic or emotion-based - that would achieve the result she wanted from me . . .

. . . to the “urgency” of the claimed need . . .

. . . to the blatant evasion of discussing anything about the actual reason I'd brought him in i.e. basic rehydration . . .

. . . to the avoidance of any opportunity for me to seek a second opinion . . .

. . . to the fact that she didn't allow Harry to be brought through to the consulting room until a long duration into the coercive conversation, and (I see this now in retrospect) allowed herself full opportunity to explain away and reframe what I was about to see as the completely different, unrecognisable condition I was about to witness him, in contrast to how I had delivered him at circa 11pm the previous night (i.e. approx. 15 hours earlier) . . .

. . . to the presentation of him to me with the infrastructure of euthanasia already installed in his leg while I was still actively rejecting the notion . . .

. . . . to the cognitive dissonance of the fact that the intended euthanasia-catheter-securing bandage was a heavy cast-like structure clearly designed to keep my supposedly “brain evented” dog still from his sporadic bucking and vocalising (which I too late realised was him trying valiantly to push through the undisclosed dense fog of the heavy sedation they’d put him under) . . .

. . . . to the vet, Steffi’s wickedly wry “it’s a done deal, so don’t fight this” smile when our eyes met as they handed him to me with that cast on . . .

. . . to the unrelenting, terrier-like way this "Steffi" probed and probed and probed (and probed, and probed, and probed) - like a phlebotomist probing for the right vein to hit - for the right finally trigger, word, phrase, image or fear that would achieve that "OK, then, if there's really no other option" response from me . . .

. . . to the trigger that finally worked on me: the claim that Harry was mentally "slipping away" and "how would I feel about the fact that there would be fewer and fewer instances when he would recognise me" (note: given what I clearly know and see now i.e. that the dog that was perfectly in tune with me in the normal manner of his entire life, was the dog and his condition when I walked through the doors of the facility the night before, and given that it is now known that in the intervening period between then and Steffi the vet's claims, he was placed under catastrophic levels of unwarranted, contraindicated multi-pharmaceutical sedation - that he was already trying to push himself out of in response to me - that picture this "vet" created in my mind was wickedly fraudulent) . . .

. . . to the sparkle in her eyes and the out-of-place jack-in-the-box speed with which she jumped from her chair to go and get the needles and the substances etc the very second I finally hung my head in acquiescence, in her obvious endeavour to ensure thee was no time and no opportunity for me to waver or change my mind . . .

. . . to the strange insistence that my scarf should hide the large rigid blue bandage on Harry’s leg during the taking of the “goodbye” photos . . .

. . . to the strange excitedness that she and the vet nurse assisting her exhibited as they stood at the door of my van (where I insisted “the deed” be done rather than a cold steel table) waiting for me to allow them to “do it” . . .

. . . . to the final scene whereby Harry (clearly comprehending the essence of their intentions) suddenly rose up strongly on his hind legs like a little bucking bronco and started screaming . . .

. . . and their rapid reactive insistence that I grab him hard and hold him down while "Steffi" tugged the top of the euthanasia needle with her teeth and jammed it into the catheter.

And the objective was achieved.

The body of evidence was now a dead one that would soon be “disposed” of.

And Harry’s adoring owner would (they thought but have now been acquainted with the contrary) never know the truth of what had led to that final, frightful scene in Harry’s precious little life.

So why do I deserve the unspeakable pain with which I am left to deal for the rest of my life?

Because – of ALL people – I KNOW the foolishness of ignoring intuition and “gut”.

I work in the field of high-stakes corporate and government construction megaproject bids. And one of my points of difference in my tutorship and coaching is that I teach the many different levels of “thinking”.

And one of those levels is actually not thinking at all . . . it is the somatic response of subconscious pattern recognition.

Intuition is the brain's ability to process thousands of environmental cues and past experiences in a split second . . . long before the analytical mind can catch up. It is a biological survival mechanism that identifies anomalies and threats by comparing the current situation against an internal database of "normal" behaviour, making it a highly reliable, data-driven warning system.

I TEACH THIS. I teach it to the most resistant, commercially hardened audience imaginable . . . and I change their entire perception with it.

And yet, when the stakes were life-or-death high, I failed both my beloved dog, Harry (who was no less than a child to me), and I failed myself.

For that, I deserve NIL sympathy.

What I DO deserve understanding for, however, is being trapped by the no-win toxic “cancel” culture of Massey’s veterinary teaching “hospital” – one where if you object to even the most objectionable, you do so at the risk of the threat to withdraw services and treatment from your pet. It is a gnawing issue that - had I not been concerned for the possible ramifications to me or, worse still to Harry (which ended up happening anyway), I would have covered long since in another labour-of-love blog I started back in January 2024, for the dog community, DoggieMamma.com).

That is, having experienced that on several occasions prior to that fateful night of November 30 (when I had restrained the expression of my horrified reaction to seeing two ICU nurses completely ignore my little blind dog in a state of high distress), I held my tongue due to my fear that I might trigger their toxic "cancel culture" and inadvertently let loose the wrecking ball of Harry's destruction.

Ironically, holding my tongue resulted in exactly what I sought to avoid.

For being trapped in the no-win situation created by the veterinary facility's own toxic culture, I can forgive myself.

But for ignoring the massive red flags that flew in my face, one after the other in quick succession over the intense and sustained period of deception and coercion the following day? No. I cannot forgive myself for that.

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Detailed evaluation of article displayed at top of article:

This photo, taken minutes before Harry was taken to my campervan to "euthanase" him under the pretences of "Steffi" (in my view, retrospectively speaking, NOT a "veterinarian" but rather an utterly immoral monster with psychopathic tendencies who should NEVER be allowed near anyone's pet) provides the visual proof that the "vacant stare" she pointed to was not his blindness, but a classic symptom of a drug-induced state . . . and a pharmacological stasis rather than a terminal "brain event".

Ocular state: The "glassy" and "vacant" appearance exhibited by Harry's eyes display the telltale ptosis (drooping eyelid), particularly on the visible eye. This is a clear visual manifestation of Central Nervous System (CNS) Depression.

That is, profound pharmacological suppression rather than the natural "neurological event", this "Steffi" and her Companion Animal "Hospital" "colleagues" had manufactured to disguise his true condition - and thus to achieve my (greatly objecting) consent for the sudden and unexpected need for "urgent euthanasia".

Contrast with Blindness: While Harry was already blind, this image captures the "chemical glaze" that is distinct from a natural vacant stare, illustrating the systemic drug effect of the Gabapentin/Prevomax combination.

Muscle Tone (Hypotonia): Harry shows a symmetrical "wet rag" lack of tone. His head is lolled sideways against my shoulder with no evidence of independent muscular support or the "righting reflex" . This is, similarly, a manifestation of Central Nervous System suppression (or what might be described as a "chemical straitjacket" effect) i.e. of the heavy sedating agents he was (unbeknownst and undisclosed to me) administered repeatedly with in the hours before presenting him to me (and with his by-then life-essential rehydrating fluids discontinued just 8.5 hours into a prescribed 24-hour protocol, to - heinously - facilitate Harry's use by teaching staff and students as a subject for experimentation and filming for teaching videos. READ MY MORE RECENT AND ALARMING DISCOVERIES HERE.

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Readers following the coverage of my attempts to get to the bottom of what happened to my beloved little papillon, Harry, with whom I was extraordinarily closely bonded, will know that: (A) The rot in Massey University’s Companion Animal “Hospital” (CAH) runs deep. (B) Honesty and transparency is not their policy. Denial, dismissal, stonewalling, legal threats and intimidation are. (C) Animals aren’t safe there, with cruelty embedded in “care”, and your property (as your pet legally is) not considered your property at all, as far as Massey, its CAH staff and management are concerned. Your pet is theirs ; to do with as they please, according to their mindset and their modus operandi. And if that involves catastrophic levels of unauthorised, contraindicated, convenience sedation to facilitate their use of your pet in monetised student video collections (including on private cell phones, and to which you will be given no access), this too, according to Massey, is its own God-given right and “best practice” Standard Operating Procedure. (D) “Informed Consent” has a very different meaning in the Massey playbook to that which is generally deemed its accepted definition. (E) “Accountability” is a foreign concept and not one with which they have any intention of becoming acquainted. (F) Laws – including those governing animal welfare, property conversion and more – are not only optional, in Massey’s case, they simply don’t apply. In fact, they appear blissfully ignorant of them according to my (and Harry's) experience. You know all that. You’ve read about it here , here , here , here , here , here , here , here and in most of my other now 30+ articles covering the numerous different sub-atrocities within the overall atrocity that was the demise and disposal of my precious little Harry. Actually, "atrocious" doesn't come anywhere near to being an adequate adjective. Despite having been a professional writer since I was 16 and having upwards of 25 published books under my belt, I don't actually have an adjective that's adequate for the pure evil that was perpetrated upon Harry . . . and, by extension, me . There is not one word or one phrase that can sufficiently convey the depth and breadth of the sheer, unadulterated wickedness that festers without restraint within the walls of Massey University's Companion Animal "Hospital". What you, my readers (or those of you not on Massey's massive legal team payroll) didn’t yet know – because I didn’t yet know – is that record and evidence tampering (which, for any other New Zealand citizen would attract jail time of up to 10 years under the Crimes Act 1961 Section 258 (Altering document with intent to deceive) or Section 260 (Falsifying registers) , and/or a $10,000 fine under the Privacy Act Section 212(2)(b) - appears also to be included in the “we’re exempt” culture of Massey and its veterinary “hospital” staff. Note to Readers: The above laws aren't some hypothetical, bottom-drawer, dusty old legal tracts in archaic library textbooks. They're real, "living" laws that apply to every individual in our country. And today, they are being made to apply to Dr Stephanie Rigg and her "colleagues" who falsified Harry's records to create a cover-up of what they did to him . . . and to me. I will, duly, see Dr Rigg and her associates in Court. Dissecting the Cover-Up: Massey’s Metadata of Deception But back to what readers do know for a moment: You’ll know that I’ve been in the battle of battles for the past two months to extract Harry’s full records (or anything approaching them) from Massey’s Legal and Governance department. HOWEVER . . . there was one thing I hadn’t known how to decipher that they actually had finally drip-fed to me. It was File Name: Patient Change Log (Field-Level Audit) . I’ve been learning a lot about veterinary science, record-keeping, and law in general lately. Not because I wanted to. But because if you want to figure out how deep the rot really runs at Massey, you kind of have to. So I’ve learned a bit about how to decipher clinical metadata. Just e nough to realise that this Patient Change Log (Field-Level Audit) is exactly where the digital fingerprints of a cover-up are hiding. Despite the fact that this document has as much redacted as it shows (probably more), with ALL staff names and positions blacked out, for example -I still found four distinct “smoking gun” entries in these otherwise heavily-redacted metadata logs. BIG. FAT. SMOKING. GUNS. that amounted to one undeniable overall conclusion: This document isn’t a clinical record so much as it’s a literal crime scene . There were already so many dodgy inconsistencies in the few items I'd managed to pull out of Massey to that point (as I've documented in various of my preceding articles). But this document is where, undeniably, the bodies are buried. You just need to know which clod of dirt to look under. Hidden in Plain Sight . . . In A Little Thing Called the Metadata (That the Average Pet Owner Wouldn't Even Know Existed ) There are four hidden but key findings demonstrating that the entire timeline of Harry’s “experience” in that hellhole were was orchestrated, and the sudden "neurological event/decline" exit strategy planned for him were a total fabrication. And that fabrication had a start time. (For this start time we will initially revert our focus back to Massey's previously-supplied "Clinical Summary" (in all its dodginess) . . . We will then lead from the immediately below into the afore-mentioned "Patient Change Log (Field-Level Audit)". Bear with me. I promise not to let this get boring). Well, one of two start times. Either: (1) The 8.38am disconnection of his (with, by-then, the TWO 750% overdoses of the renally contraindicated convenience sedative with which the "crying dog"-sensitive ICU staff had plied him overnight) now life-essential IV fluids (8.5 hours into the prescribed 24-hour protocol that they charged me for). And/or: (2) When the day shift ICU "vet" arrived at 9am and decided a THIRD 750% overdose would be a strategic way do deal with a clearly already massively overdosed little 3.8kg, 15-year-old, dehydrated dog. Now WHY would any vet take such a decision? Well, for legal purposes, of course (remembering that the Venerable Dean Jon Huxley and the obviously not- so-new-broom Vice-Chancellor Pierre Venter, have all the money in the public purse to pay their top-tier external legal counsel . . . and by gum, there are enough of the buggers, if this site's analytics are anything to be guided by), I will precede the following by stating that these are my conclusions, made on the basis of the collation and evaluation of the information before me. That said, what I know of my readers is this: You are no intellectual slouches. Feel free to let me know if you can come up with any other conclusion from the information (complete with now numerous "receipts") that I have thus far presented, most especially here and here , and most tellingly of all, in today's expose. R emember, though, I held the ultimate evidence in my arms at 6pm on December 1 . . . and, some 45 minutes later, I let them take it (safely, for them) away from me, just like Harry's (the literal body of evidence) life had just been taken from him. Little Numerals that Tell A BIG Story The plan for Harry's manufactured exit is not so much written into the records, as it is revealed by the tampering with the logs. They lay bare the lead vet’s apparent plan that his life would come to an abrupt end by the pre-scheduled time of (well, they couldn't quite get consistency in the logs regarding the exact minute, but by the absolute latest time of) 17:00 hours i.e. 5pm . . . assumedly, the end of the day shift on December 1. Just in time to mark him "Deceased" and seal off the records of this catastrophically overdosed patient, before the next shift came on, saw his records, and someone started asking the immediately necessary, and certainly appropriate, questions. 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