Yesterday was incredibly hard. My job for the day was to pick up our grieving client from the airport, transport said grieving client to dead sibling's abode, take pictures, look for will, and then transport dead sibling's very much alive and very unhappy, very confused but otherwise thoroughly nice pet to animal control. Then I had to dry my tears, and drive to school and attend class as if the federal rules of evidence were foremost in my mind.
I washed my hands about thirty-seven times and took a shower but even today, I still feel dirty.
I feel compassion for our client, that was a very hard thing as well. But I feel guilty, guilty guilty about not finding a home for that animal, for taking it to a place it will likely be killed. It's a small thing, yet so disrespectful of life, love, trust... gah, "I was just doing my job."
I don't know how to feel better about this, it seems wrong to want redemption.
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Oh, man. You have my sympathy -- and I don't think you could have done anything differently than you did. I'll pray the nice pet gets adopted quickly.
Ugh, that sounds so hard. :(
I sympathize. I did W/T/E work for my 2L summer and at no time did I feel so low as when I'm rifling through a dead person's "stuff" (financial records etc. etc.). Going to the home must have been incredibly hard. *hugs*
-monkey
*hug*
I hope the nice pet gets a good home. If I had your job, I would probably end up with all the pets.
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