09/02/2026
The syringes on my desk today weren’t just medicine. They were an ending, held gently.
Some days euthanasia is quick. A quiet room, a peaceful goodbye, everyone ready.
Other days it’s hours long. Today was one of those days. Multiple patients, multiple families, multiple sessions that stretched on for hours.
Because here’s the thing people don’t always say out loud about this job: euthanasia is a gift we get to give. We get to end suffering instead of prolonging it. We get to make sure the last thing an animal feels is calm, not fear, in the arms of their favorite people in the world.
That is sacred work. I mean that.
But it’s also work that asks something of us every single time. Working emergency, we get to see families that are ready to say goodbye, but more often than not we have to help families through traumatic events and conversations, guiding them to make informed decisions on one of the hardest decisions they will make… saying goodbye.
In those long rooms today, I learned about a dog adopted the week someone’s daughter was born, now grown and leaving for college. A cat who was the last living connection to a husband who passed three years ago. A senior dog who was, in someone’s own words, “my only friend.”
People don’t just let you into the room. They let you into the whole story. You become a confidant, a grief counselor, a shoulder, sometimes literally, all in the span of one vet visit.
I love this part of my job. Genuinely.
And it costs something. Every time.
A few things I remind myself:
❤️🩹 Feeling wrecked after a hard euthanasia isn’t a sign you’re bad at your job. It’s the tax on being good at it.
❤️🩹 You are allowed to step outside for five minutes. Your team should know this is normal, not a red flag.
❤️🩹 Debrief with someone. Your team, a colleague, your person at home. Compassion fatigue grows in silence.
❤️🩹 Multiple heavy losses in one shift compound. That’s not weakness, that’s just how grief math works.
❤️🩹 It is okay to cry. In the bathroom, in the car, quietly, alongside them.
How do you take care of yourself after days like this?
Genuinely asking, because some days I’m still figuring it out…