When I started working for the veterinarian, I worried about myself. Although I'm a bad-ass, I still used to watch Emergency Vets on Animal Planet and weep openly the entire half hour without shame. Today, I realized that it never really gets easier. The first, fifteenth, one hundredth and ten thousandth time that you watch an animal die... each time stings just as painfully. And I'm glad for that. I'm becoming more emotional in my old age, and I like it. I never used to cry, even when it was warranted. Now it takes all I have not to start crying with the clients euthanizing their pet... especially when they hug me as if I'm all that's keeping them from sinking into the abyss of grief. It's heartbreaking, but yet I'm grateful that I'm allowed to be in this line of work. It's a gift.

Nothing sexual to write about today. I haven't been boffed in two weeks, sadly. That will change this weekend. Maybe, if you're lucky, I'll take pics. You'd like that, wouldn't you? Naughty naughty people.

This entry was posted by Mellie, on Tuesday, April 04, 2006.