I’ve officially worked at my local veterinary clinic for around a year and a half now, and over that time I’ve discovered how rewarding being a veterinary technician can be. Every day I devote my time and energy to helping animals in need. Be it something basic like a spay/neuter to prevent unwanted litters or a yearly checkup, or more in-depth like a splenectomy (an operation where the spleen is surgically removed, when it becomes enlarged and is often covered in cancerous tumors) or figuring out why Fluffy has been itchy non-stop for the past month.
No matter what it is, I get to go home every day knowing that I’ve made a difference in the lives of so many pets and their owner’s lives. This makes every day worth it, after being peed on, bled on, scratched and bitten by dogs and cats (and the occasional pig) and going home sore and smelly and tired. And yes, it’s not always about kittens and puppies and good stuff. There’s always the occasional euthanasia, be it the animal just got to be too old, or a sickly loved pet just can’t be helped any more. It happens, and it’s a part of life that should be expected.
But what really gets me is when we encounter animals in need of homes. The other day somebody dropped off a carrier full of 10 kittens at the clinic’s door in the middle of the day. They all have some degree of an upper respiratory infection. Since Monday we’ve been asking nearly everyone that comes into the clinic if they or someone they know wants a kitten…and with no luck. Today we were notified that animal control would be coming to get them. Luckily our guy cares a lot about the animals he takes into custody, so he will fight his hardest to find these kittens homes, but even that isn’t a guarantee.
It’s heartbreaking to know that these sweet little things, these tiny creatures that have done nothing wrong, will most likely end up put down because nobody wants them, or can’t give them a home. It’s even worse knowing that I can’t even adopt one myself, because in reality a kitten is expensive. Shots, exams, medications, food, litter, and eventually getting it fixed, it’s not cheap. And where I’m at now, we already have 3 dogs and 2 cats, along with BF and I plus two other roommates.
It’s quite possibly the absolute worst part of working at a vet clinic, or even in any field where the goal is to help someone or something. Having to swallow the hard truth, that sometimes there’s just nothing you can do to help.
I’m sorry for the sad post, but it’s been giving me some grief all week and needed to let it out. I appreciate each and every one of you, and thank you for allowing me to let these sorts of feelings out once in a while. Next post will be much happier, promise. ❤