The good old days

I missed the good old days, when we can work our asses off and laugh our lungs out together. Now everyone has gone to different place and I don't think we can find the same laughters back.

I miss you.

Another day

It's not healthy to be emotionally attached to patients and I know that this is not professional.

Maybe I'm still young in this field so slowly I'm staring to experience my favourite fury patients to reach the time when they cross the rainbow bridge.

And I have this very bad trait which I have all my feelings written on my face. At one point, I don't know what to say to the owners or how to console their broken heart because I could feel the heartache as well. One of the owner later texted me and said she received my condolences through the looking of my eyes. And she thanked me. And there's another case, I feel that the owner console me and told me that her pets love me too. I broke down crying so bad since it means a lot to me.

But today is the worst.

I need to put her down. The rescuer asked me last night if wanna put her to sleep when she has a confirmed diagnosis of brain tumor. I told the owner my answer would be biased... They decided to bring her back to monitor

But today she started seizure. She was in pain. I know I couldn't hold her any longer. She was suffering. So we come into a conclusion that I need to put her to sleep.

But you know what.. I was shivering. I was shivering to inject this pink solution into her vein. And I cried injecting it. But I know this is the right thing to do.

May you rest in peace, no more suffering no more pain.. Only loved.