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Or, part of why I'm a large animal person -- I do better with dead horses than dead cats.
Tonight, I helped with the work-up on three colics, the second of which was euthanized. She was euthanized in the drop stall and dragged on a dolly down the aisle outside, then I helped one of the research doctors harvest some tendon for an experiment. It took us a little while to get the forklift positioned just right to pick her up and then maneuver her into the cooler, but it didn't bother me -- it almost never does.
Then, when I was almost home, I drove past a little black-and-white cat lying in the middle of an intersection. The roads were empty, and I turned around and parked the car. I couldn't bear to leave him(her?) there for more cars to hit in the morning rush. Surprised by how warm the body was, I checked the corneal reflex. I laid him/her in the grass at the edge of the road, and cried when I got home. That was someone's little kitty.
Sorry for going on. Maybe it's just fatigue after a long night, but the random little things get me more than the situations at work that you'd think would be upsetting.
Tonight, I helped with the work-up on three colics, the second of which was euthanized. She was euthanized in the drop stall and dragged on a dolly down the aisle outside, then I helped one of the research doctors harvest some tendon for an experiment. It took us a little while to get the forklift positioned just right to pick her up and then maneuver her into the cooler, but it didn't bother me -- it almost never does.
Then, when I was almost home, I drove past a little black-and-white cat lying in the middle of an intersection. The roads were empty, and I turned around and parked the car. I couldn't bear to leave him(her?) there for more cars to hit in the morning rush. Surprised by how warm the body was, I checked the corneal reflex. I laid him/her in the grass at the edge of the road, and cried when I got home. That was someone's little kitty.
Sorry for going on. Maybe it's just fatigue after a long night, but the random little things get me more than the situations at work that you'd think would be upsetting.
