The laboured gasping is now echoing in another voice as I end the life of this elderly cancer patient’s last and only companion. She sobs and sobs, cradlng his lifeless body, crying with unending heartbroken sorrow, and
she wails to no one, why, please why can’t she go with him too, please. All I can do is
clutch her hand tight as her tears soak into my shirt.
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As told by six New Grad Vets
- The Mixed Practice Team
- After five years of university, six friends graduated from vet school and went their separate ways. Now they're out in the big wide world where they have to trust their own judgement and their knowledge to make important life and death situations. This blog follows their journey in their first year after uni. Each of these vets will post on a regular basis about the challenges, the triumphs, the downfalls, and the important moments – big and small – of life as a vet. These are their stories.
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