The 'Euthanasia' that I Later Learned Was NOT A 'Euthanasia' At All . . . But the Flawless Execution of An Utterly Evil Piece of Clinical 'Strategy' by 'Dr' Steffi Jalava . . . and An Assistant . . . But WHO Was That Assistant?

Christina Searle of Massey University’s grossly inaptly-named “Companion Animal Hospital”, I have questions for you.
BIG questions. And one way or another – especially since your employing institution is now the subject of an
investigation by the Ministry of Primary Industries’ Animal Welfare Complex Cases Unit
– I strongly suspect that one way or another, these questions WILL get answered.
The context for my questions relates directly to my activities on behalf of the MPI investigators i.e. I was asked to forward every communication and all materials Massey has provided (or,
put more accurately, that I have thus far managed to extract).
In the process of doing that,
I trawled right back to the worst day of my life i.e. December 1, when – as I now know –
the killing of my precious little papillon, Harry (who had been admitted the prior evening for a
straightforward rehydration procedure), was preceded by his
catastrophic, unnecessary and recklessly contraindicated overdosing with sedation cocktails by your
midnight to morning ICU crew, which were then
continued on into the next day by your day crew, for his
conversion by your “teaching” staff into a university teaching and filming resource for students, before being then, after he was finished with by them,
presented (or more, accurately, misrepresented) to me as having suffered some sudden “neurological” decline, with a two-hour coercion session (first by phone and then in a room alone with Massey's ICU high-pressure saleswoman, "Dr" Steffi Jalava) demanding I agree to his immediate “euthanasia”.
The 'Euthanasia' That Went Exactly According to Plan . . . Except that It WASN'T A 'Euthanasia' (As I Later Learned). It Was the Flawless Execution of A Plan that Required the Execution of My Dog.
It was an event that certainly had been planned. Meticulously, as far as extracting my (totally, uninformed) consent. It was planned, alright. Just not by me.
So, for the benefit of readers, that’s the context for the questions I am hereby putting to Christina Searle . . . and I put those questions with the complete frankness of stating that I do not know whether you were “Dr” Steffi Jalava’s young offsider that (a) took the photos you emailed me from your email address two days later, on December 3, or (b) whether you sent them purely in your administrator / nursing co-ordinator role that I see on the Massey website.
Yes, I see your photo, but no, I still don’t know whether or not that was you that took the photos and participated in the horror in the van that was the “euthanasia” that didn’t need to be. The execution of the plan that required the execution of my dog.
Firstly, I was in seven shades of emotional hell, as the loving and devoted owner of a completely normal, albeit dehydrated little dog that had been standing up strongly on his little back legs and crying loudly for human comfort the night before when
ICU staff had been completely ignoring him and was now suddenly
apparently neurologically fucked and needed to be destroyed immediately, I was in uncomprehending shock.
Secondly, you shared
Jalava’s strange happy, heady energy and excitement and I didn’t want to look at you and have your face etched into my memory.
Thirdly, someone can look in a photo today very different to how they might have looked in real life yesterday.
Combine all that, and I don’t know if you were the happy, chirpy assistant that took the photos of a dog you MUST have known, HAD to have known, was NOT “dying” or terminally ANYTHING, but rather was just under massive, undisclosed sedation for use in multiple, unspeakably and unethically and unauthorised (by me, anyway) student "training" activities before being considered "finished with" and now a liability to the ICU's records (which were later falsified and a key component of his actual presence in the records, digitally deleted by someone with what is known as "God-view" access to confound any future possible investigation).
And I don’t know if it was you that took those “goodbye photos” knowing Jalava and your colleagues had willfully done your utmost to ensure that “goodbye” was necessary, and even then, knowing that he could possibly have been saved from what had been done to him if I’d been able to leave there and get him urgent overdose-reversal treatment at an actual place of care and a normality of clinical environment.
And did you know (as, if you were Jalava's offsider, you must have) why she really threw my scarf around his foreleg before she would allow the photos to be taken . . . dishonestly claiming it was "for his dignity"? If you were that assistant, you must have known the truth (that I found out two weeks later when I came across the invoice that was posthumously emailed to me and had never been shown to me that night when I paid it) . . .that that heavy blue cast on his leg was actually - as can be seen here on my dissection of the invoice and its revealing and dastardly line items - a Dura Flow Coil. That is,. a specialised, high-durability IV extension line, designed with a specific coiled architecture so that a patient in the ICU can move, stand up, and turn around in their cage without the line kinking or snapping. It's an expensive device built for a dog that is active, mobile, and recovering. (You don’t install a $200 MILA set on a dog you truly believe is neurologically fucked and "unfixable" - per Jalava's highly sophisticated "Clinical Summary" notes i.e. "I told her I can't fix him." You COULD have, Jalava, but the first step in that process would have been to rewind the clock and have decided not to have fucked him in the first place, you psychopathic monster.)
And I don’t know if you were the one who stood there beside Jalava as my precious little blind dog – upon realising you and Jalava were standing at the door of my vehicle where the deed was to be done – suddenly reared up on his strong little back legs like a bucking bronco and began literally screaming (but I sure as shit want to know what she and you or that assistant participated in that day that made him react like that) . . . and watched as Jalava instructed a very confused owner (me) to grab his coat and pull him down hard onto his stomach so she could lethally inject him . . . which she did at the speed of light before I could comprehend his sudden reactivity (which I now, post-humously, realise was him again trying to break through the sedation) and change my mind . . . disgustingly ripping the cap off the syringe with her teeth like an animal herself.
I don’t know if that was you, Christina Searle, or if you’re just the admin person that emailed the photos on the actual assistant’s behalf. That young vet nurse or student or whatever her role is or was, is someone else that is still on my radar to confirm the identify thereof. But that identification WILL be done.
Unlike Your Determination that Harry Was Going To Have An Abrupt End Date, this Accountability Mission I’m on Doesn’t Have ANY End Date. Tell Your 'Colleagues' that From Me, Will You?
Now those are the core questions, but I have others.
Here they are . . . if it wasn’t you, please pass them to whoever it was that day. But – as an administrator and nursing co-ordinator, I would also like for you to ponder them yourself:
- At what point in your veterinary training or nursing career did the human-animal bond — the very thing that almost certainly drew you to this profession in the first place — stop mattering? Research consistently shows that over 97 percent of students entering veterinary programs had childhood pets and were primarily motivated by a deep fondness for animals. What happened to that?
- Massey's BVSc curriculum lists clinical competencies, diagnostic reasoning, anaesthesia, surgery, business management and legislative obligations. Where, specifically, is the module that teaches a student or a vet nurse to look at the person standing in front of them holding their dog and to understand - and to care about - what that bond actually means?
- A veterinary law firm has written that vets must be "vigilant" because pet owners increasingly "anthropomorphise" their pets. That's the legal profession's “technical term” for the insulting and convenient diminishment of the deep and real bond that I shared with Harry. A word that frames love as a liability risk. Is that the lens through which Massey trains its students to view pet owners like me? Perhaps you laugh your asses off in derision when we describe ourselves as “pet parents”. The sad irony is that – with the level of fees you charge – your primary clients are people that see themselves just exactly this way i.e. as "pet parents". And you’re not afraid to make a monetary meal of them for it, either. (I'm guessing, from the obviously insider anonymous emails I'm receiving from "@takearealitypill.com" and "@getgriefcounselling.com" and "@getagrip.com" etc etc etc, the majority of Massey's veterinary staff view us with the same special Massey brand of contempt.)
- Is that the vet nurse — or if you are a student, the vet — you want to become? Someone who cannot be trusted not to participate in the torture and fraudulent, coerced killing of someone's deeply loved pet?
- Is that the human being you want to be?
And also, a more fundamental and clinical question:
If you were indeed the young woman who assisted "Dr" Jalava (you know, the sophisticated "clinician" who rips the caps off of euthanasia syringes with her teeth to get the job done before the pet's owner has time to figure out what's actually going on) that afternoon — what was your exact clinical mandate and authorisation to be assisting at that "procedure" (if it could be termed that)?
(That is, to be doubly clear, the “procedure” that you turned into a completely unnecessary termination of a little dog who, instead of being discarded after having become a live "training" tool and video subject, should actually have still been in your “ICU” ward simply completing the 24-hour rehydration that he was admitted for, and also, to be noted, that you billed me for.)
Or is that another question Massey would prefer remained unanswered?
Wicked. Wicked. Wicked.
Whether it was you or not, I cannot begin to tell you the utter contempt I hold for you, for your “We are so sorry for your loss” line, Christina Searle . . . when it was Massey staff's own heinous plans and actions that very intentionally caused my "loss".
Your own colleagues, or the very staff that you “co-ordinate”, tortured a completely viable, sweet, loving, trusting, distressed and disoriented little blind dog (who, being a Sunday night, was in the vulnerable position of having had no primary referring vet upon admission, and whose high-standards owner was intensely disliked by Massey), for 15 hours straight and then planned the fraudulent framing of their demand that he be killed immediately, without delay and without any independent input . . . along with everything else that went with the horror and the sheer evil of what was done to my precious pet . . . and by extension, me.
It brings a whole new meaning to "how do you sleep at night?"
Rot in hell with the rest of them.
Including your esteemed, twisted colleagues who sent me additional "happy snaps" i.e. the sadistic little circular cameos of Harry's tortured face after you had disconnected him from his IV rehydration fluids (after intentionally and repeatedly overdosing him with your special sedation cocktails so you could use him in your student "training" i.e. cruel, invasive "handling" and videos).
Or maybe it wasn't your esteemed colleagues. Maybe that was you?
I look forward to finding out exactly who did what "in due course" (Massey's favorite undertaking but one it has nil intention, of its own accord, of applying now or in any definition of "due course".)
But the truth is on its way. I have far more tenacity for ensuring that, than Massey and its Venerable Dean Jon Huxley ever realised when he set the clock ticking on what he no doubt thought was a short, sharp, shiny and effective legal threat . . . the nil result and now uncontrollable continuation of which has probably since wiped out nearly half his "teaching hospital's" annual operating budget.
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