The smile melts from my face as my hand reaches for the doorhandle. "Come in," I say.
A regalement of trials and tribulations, lost loves and heartache. Pain and suffering and awaiting swift embrace of death. "Don't blame yourself," I find myself saying, lying, "You did nothing wrong."
"It all happens so quickly, in the blink of an eye." I always think about the suffering of the poor animal, as it sits on the consult-room table, waiting for the angel-of-death- I'll be there soon enough. But just one more minute will not be so bad, your pain will be over soon; your owners' pain is just beginning.
The greatest cruelty of death is that it ends your pain, only to leave your loved ones behind to deal with it. It's a cruel thing for a person to have to do, to kill another creature. But I wouldn't trade it for anything. I watch them sink to the stainless steel, and the tears roll down the cheeks. "...My condolences."
My hand touches the warmed handle of the consult room door as they leave the body behind.
The door swings open again, a benevolent smile breaking across my face. "So how's kitten been going?" I say to the six-year-old clutching her new best friend with eyes as honest and naive as her own. "Just here for the first vaccination?"
A regalement of trials and tribulations, lost loves and heartache. Pain and suffering and awaiting swift embrace of death. "Don't blame yourself," I find myself saying, lying, "You did nothing wrong."
"It all happens so quickly, in the blink of an eye." I always think about the suffering of the poor animal, as it sits on the consult-room table, waiting for the angel-of-death- I'll be there soon enough. But just one more minute will not be so bad, your pain will be over soon; your owners' pain is just beginning.
The greatest cruelty of death is that it ends your pain, only to leave your loved ones behind to deal with it. It's a cruel thing for a person to have to do, to kill another creature. But I wouldn't trade it for anything. I watch them sink to the stainless steel, and the tears roll down the cheeks. "...My condolences."
My hand touches the warmed handle of the consult room door as they leave the body behind.
The door swings open again, a benevolent smile breaking across my face. "So how's kitten been going?" I say to the six-year-old clutching her new best friend with eyes as honest and naive as her own. "Just here for the first vaccination?"
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