Last week - as I trawled painfully back through my Outlook inbox to transfer to the Ministry of Primary Industries' investigation team, Massey University's various emails since its
despicable "Companion Animal Hospital" introduced its own special brand of horror into my life and heinously took my precious little dog's
- I reached the most painful date of all:
December 1.
(Second only to November 30, when I made the immeasurably regrettable decision to take my beloved dog, Harry, to this establishment - more aptly described as a risk-ridden overnight animal storage facility with slap-happy sedative-wielding ICU personnel and moral-bereft "teaching" staff.)
Prior to a certain time on that day —
had I known the truth of what had been, and was still being, done to my dog — Harry would be alive and in his little bed beside my desk right now.
As I reached that section of my inbox, I realised I had something Massey had not intended to provide: names. Two of them. The only names in this entire sordid affair that
Jon Huxley ("Dean", Massey "School" of Veterinary Science),
Pauline Nijman (Practice Manager, Massey Companion Animal "Hospital"), and
Jodie Banner (Chief of Staff, Massey University) have not managed to
obscure behind the large black boxes that have been applied — without legal justification and in contravention of all international professional standards — to every single name and job title in every document I have so far managed to lever out of this institution under Privacy Act and Official Information Act obligations.
Two Names, Two Sets of Questions. Starting with the Payment-Processing Staff Member in Clinical Attire
Those two names are
Dakshaini Silva and
Christina Searle.
Dakshaini Silva sent me the
paid-on-site $1236.84 invoice for Harry's (completely unnecessarily) final 15 hours at Massey's Companion Animal "Hospital" at 7.22pm on the night of December 1, 2025 . . . . having just been
coerced into allowing the clinical killing of my dog on the basis of a fraudulent neurological diagnosis that concealed the
reality of what had actually been done to him overnight the night before and throughout the daylight hours of December 1.
It was possibly just as well Dakshaini Silva didn't show me the invoice as I paid it (as is Massey's way of making a pet owner feel like an out-of-line embuggerance if they should ever ask to see what they're paying for, much less ask have it explained to them).
Because, if she
had shown me,
the minute I'd seen "Gabapentin" on it
(even without
all the other smoking guns peppered through it
that would mean little or nothing to the average client) would have been the minute I realised
the ruse . . . that Harry was just massively sedated. And had I realised that while his little dead body was still warm . . . I'd have been giving him mouth-to-mouth to get him breathing again . . . and to hell with
Jalava and the other conniving arse-wipes who might have tried to stand in my way.
So Who Is Dakshaini Silva, What Was Her Role . . . And What Did She Know?
Dakshaini Silva was, by my recollection, clinically attired and, it is reasonable to assume, was a vet nurse in the ICU.
And I have questions for her.
I would very much like to know if, when she processed my payment, she possessed any part of the following knowledge:
- The invoice contained a billing entry manually inflated posthumously from 1.6 to 4.0 units. Go figure that.
- That, while Harry was being presented to his owner as
having suffered a sudden "neurological decline" in order to achieve
Dr Steffi Maja Jalava's desired result
(i.e. his destruction and with it, evidence destruction of the overdosing and the impacts upon him of the many cruel "teaching" activities inflicted upon him and the sadistic filming by students on cell phones in selfie mode, while he was in his overdosed state of pharmacological collapse), the invoice itself documented the pharmacological reality of what had
actually gone on in that ICU.
(Massey conveniently "overwrote" the CCTV footage I sought under the institution's Privacy Act 2020 obligations, but the fingerprints of the truth ran through many other documents and timelines that they had not realised would be interpretable by this particular pet's owner.)
The Question of Knowledge & Participation
Whether the clinically-attired Dakshaini Silva had been present throughout that day, December 1, 2025, or whether she came on as part of an evening ICU shift, or indeed had been part of the November 30 ICU night shift roster, I can't say with certainty. What I
can say with certainty is that she sent that invoice.
The one I paid without the benefit of being shown.
Just like the "euthanasia" I "consented" to without the benefit of being allowed an independent opinion.
What she knew or did not know about its contents is one of the questions I'm now putting to Dakshaini Silva directly.
I remember her as notably cheerful that evening.
Why?
As my heart was all but literally dragging along the floor behind me with my treasured little Harry who had at midnight the night before been
standing up strongly on his back legs crying out for me in distress as he was totally ignored by two ICU staff in full-blown jovial social conversation, and now here I was less than 24 hours later trying to process how he had gone from that . . . to the now minutes-dead body in a blanket . . . she seemed to share the same strange heady happy demeanour that Jalava had suddenly demonstrated the minute I'd hung my head and "consented" (not that "consented" is the right term here, because before it must come "informed" and that was the reverse of what I had been). (Jalava had sprung from her seat with the look of an excited teenager just told she could go to the rave. I remember her face and her words,
"CAN I?!")
It was also the strangely joyous demeanour of the young assistant whom
Jalava had re-appeared with incredibly promptly after she'd finally extracted the "consent" she'd worked on me (between an earlier phone call to me and the "consultation" room scene) for at least two hours.
Dakshaini Silva . . . did you
know what had been done to Harry throughout that day? Did you witness any of it? Did you participate in any of it? Was your elevated mood that evening the mood of someone who had been part of something that had gone according to plan?
These aren't "cynical" questions. They're
real questions. Very real questions. Very
justified questions. And very
necessary questions.
Massey Management Doesn't Like Pet Owner Clients Who Ask Questions. ANY Questions.
They're the sort of questions that the
intimidating and condescending Massey culture definitely doesn't like pet owner clients asking . . . despite the phenomenal (and as it turns out, in my case, phenomenally and lethally fraudulent) amounts of money we pay to your facility for
our pets' "treatment" and "care" and for your "outcomes".
And I'd also like to ask where the fraudulent billing practices actually
come from . . . what opportunist masterminds these?
The
duplicity of intent behind the line items. The
manual inflation of billing units after a patient's death. The falsified time of death. The frantic entries in a patient's clinical records to "discharge" a "deceased" patient, or whatever it took, to get him out of the system before the next shift arrived. And the
scrubbing of records two days after his death.
Was any of that instructed by your Practice Manager, Pauline Nijman? Who else is responsible for those decisions, most plainly the policies around invoicing practices?
These are the questions you can be assured that the
now-active government investigation
will eventually be asking.
Including perhaps to you, personally. I'm simply asking them first.
You know how to get hold of me if you have information you'd like to share. You already have. You just didn't know it at the time.
And with the deepest regret, neither did I.
