yesterday at work was tough. I had 3 emergency cases. one of which I hospitalized at my clinic for the day and had to pray that the owners followed my advice to transfer their dog to an emergency clinic yesterday night because the pet needed 24/7 urgent care. one of which I had to euthanize because the old cat was suffering and so sick and the owners were sobbing devastated to say goodbye to their beloved cat even though they knew they were doing what they thought was best to end the cats suffering and give her a peaceful passing. and one dog that had vomited 10x that day but the owner was convinced nothing was wrong and I had to advocate for the patient to explain why diagnostics were so important before starting a treatment plan.
some days are great. some days are filled with puppies and kittens and the sweetest pets and caring owners who are just so kind and respectful and it’s such a pleasure to be there in those moments.
and some days are emotionally and mentally draining. agonizing over medication calculations and pouring over research articles and textbooks trying to find the cause for a pets clinical signs. days where you have to tell yourself you’ve done everything you can do and said things until you’re blue in the face but it doesn’t mean people will listen and I essentially can’t care more about the outcome or welfare of an animal than the owner does because it’s ultimately not my choice what people decide to do or not do.
some days I love being a vet. and some days I really struggle
