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So, this thread may make me seem pretty insane but here it goes...
I just found my fish dead in my room and it really bothered me. I was almost embarrassingly upset. I've never lost a dog or cat that I've been close with, and I can't even imagine what going through that would be like. For that matter, I've never even lost a human that I've been close with either. Basically, I'm doubting my ability to deal with death day in and day out.
I have no problem with watching surgeries or doing dissections, and I firmly believe that euthanasia is a wonderful tool to end suffering. For some reason I just really don't like the idea of death, especially when it is unexpected. Maybe I'm just sensitive because it was my pet or maybe it is my inexperience with handling death that is my weakness. I feel like I might only have a problem when I have a personal attachment to the animal, but I am afraid this may not hold true. Dealing with death was the reason I talked myself out of vet med for most of my life, up until two years ago when I decided that the good I would do in helping animals would outweigh the sad parts of the job. I know it is a part of life and whatnot, but am I crazy? Do other people feel this way?
I know it is something that I'll need to get past both in this career and in life in general, but does anyone have any advice on learning to cope with this aspect of the job?
I just found my fish dead in my room and it really bothered me. I was almost embarrassingly upset. I've never lost a dog or cat that I've been close with, and I can't even imagine what going through that would be like. For that matter, I've never even lost a human that I've been close with either. Basically, I'm doubting my ability to deal with death day in and day out.
I have no problem with watching surgeries or doing dissections, and I firmly believe that euthanasia is a wonderful tool to end suffering. For some reason I just really don't like the idea of death, especially when it is unexpected. Maybe I'm just sensitive because it was my pet or maybe it is my inexperience with handling death that is my weakness. I feel like I might only have a problem when I have a personal attachment to the animal, but I am afraid this may not hold true. Dealing with death was the reason I talked myself out of vet med for most of my life, up until two years ago when I decided that the good I would do in helping animals would outweigh the sad parts of the job. I know it is a part of life and whatnot, but am I crazy? Do other people feel this way?
I know it is something that I'll need to get past both in this career and in life in general, but does anyone have any advice on learning to cope with this aspect of the job?
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