by Kel
I helped end my little buddy suffering today. His owner came in one day and told me that his dog liked me a lot and that I was his buddy. So that is how I always refered to him. I would visit him when he was being groomed downstairs. I knew he was getting bad, that there was nothing else the specialist could do. I just wish I could have helped. The hardest part of being a veterinary technician is not being able to help everyone. I was helpless. A part of my job is to help console the clients during these hard times, so I have learned how to supress my feelings. I wait until I am alone or on my way home. Today, I couldn't. tears started coming as I filled out the paper work. I remained strong enough during the procedure but once he was gone I knew I could not hold it in. If I am not strong the owners have noone to lean on. I ended up leaving the room. It is the hardest thing to have to be involved but also the most blessed. I have the opportunity to hold them as they cross over, making sure that they are not alone and have loving arms around them. It just gets hard sometimes. I going to miss that little guy so much. He will always be my little buddy.