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Vet med is funny

One minute your checking a puppy out after vaccines

The next minute you’re holding it all together 

Trying to be strong for the 18 year old cat

The one that was left by their owners

Left to say goodbye to this cruel world

Alone and scared

From a healthy, brand new kitten

To running a hit by car patient to the back

Trying your best to keep your composure

Honestly not even sure if they’re going to make it

Through everything that comes in the front door we’re expected to smile

We’re expected to act as though we didn’t just lose a long time patient

The pup you saw from 8 weeks old to 12 years

The cat that was rescued and given a chance

Only to get cancer and pass 6 months later

The nastiness from the clients

The belittling, swearing and anger

And yet we have to wear that smile as though nothing wrong ever happens

We have absolutely no idea what someone is going through

Life wise or work wise

Behind closed doors, right out in the open

And who are we to judge

Everyone is battling something

Everyone is just trying to get through today and the day after that

There is so much hatred

So much disapproval, misdirected frustration

Just take a minute to think how someone might feel

Before you get angry with them over something they can’t control

Think about what they may be going through

Day in and day out

We’re all just trying to get by

Alone, but all together on our own path

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Stephen Gospage

Mon 11th Mar 2024 07:20

I was overwhelmed by this poem, jjesicca. It is hard to imagine the feelings of vets, animals and the owners who bring them in.
Thanks for this insight. It really got me thinking.

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