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Six Years Ago

I found a post that I made on a blog I had long forgotten I had.  It was dated 1st December 2003. It was written when I was working as a vet nurse.

This past week and a half has been fairly full on. I have been continuing to do my dog grooming course as well as my normal work as a vet nurse, which has left me permanently exhausted. Also been having a rather rough time at work. Last week was the week for most of our terminally ill dogs to make the journey across the Rainbow Bridge. Barney, the Samoyed with the bowel obstruction joined the procession last Sunday and we have lost 5 dogs from the pound to parvo. Dogs seem to be dying left, right and centre. It has gotten that bad that today that there was a dead dog lying in a body bag in the storeroom when I got to work cause the freezer was full. It is very depressing when every dog that comes in seems to die. The local pound has a huge outbreak of parvo which they are refusing to do anything about, so when dogs get released into the care of rescue organisations, they are already sick and dying. I am sick of seeing dogs suffering for days on end only to lose their struggle and succumb. I am also sick of the smell of parvo and having to clean up vomit and watery diarrhea.
Also we have had 4 kittens dumped on us for rehoming. A mother cat and her 3 kittens were brought in on the weekend and a little 5 week old girl kitten was brought in last Thursday after being hit by a car (fortunately she is okay and is thriving). So today amongst the death, I consoled myself with lots of kitten cuddles. I am really hoping that this week will be much better.

I remember that week.  I remember the dog Barney that died about a week after we pulled a stocking out of his intestine.   The parvo and the dumped kittens were a summertime scourge that happened every year.  It never got easier to deal with.   I remember vividly the dogs bodies in body bags around the freezer because so many dogs died we couldn’t fit them all in the massive chest freezer we had.  We had to urgently call the body guy to come and do a pick up.  I remember helping him carry bodies to his van in 30C heat.

My life is so different now.  I work in an office.  The only things that die nowdays are flash creatives, ad-tags and computer programs.  I wonder if I hadn’t gotten sick and had to give up nursing if I would still be doing it.  Could I have coped with six more summers of death and dumped kittens?  I’m not sure.

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The Town Where It Is Illegal To Die

CemeteryThere is a town in southwest France where it is now illegal to die because the cemetery has no more room.

Below is the article from The Sydney Morning Herald

The mayor of a village in southwest France has threatened residents with severe punishment if they die, because there is no room left in the overcrowded cemetery to bury them.

In an ordinance posted in the council offices, Mayor Gerard Lalanne told the 260 residents of the village of Sarpourenx that “all persons not having a plot in the cemetery and wishing to be buried in Sarpourenx are forbidden from dying in the parish.”

It added: “Offenders will be severely punished.”

The mayor said he was forced to take drastic action after an administrative court in the nearby town of Pau ruled in January that the acquisition of adjoining private land to extend the cemetery would not be justified.

Lalanne, who celebrated his 70th birthday on Wednesday and is standing for election to a seventh term in this month’s local elections, said he was sorry that there had not been a positive outcome to the dilemma.

“It may be a laughing matter for some, but not for me,” he said.

Just how are they going to severely punish offenders considering that the offenders will be dead? Are they going to bring them back to life and kill them again? Seriously, this mayor is just setting himself up to be the laughing stock of the world by announcing something so ridiculous.

(photograph courtesy of TudorHulubei)

Just One Of Those Days

People can really piss me off at time.

Today at work, I had a lady sitting in the waiting room waiting for us to euthanise her aggressive dog. She was upset that the best thing she could do for her dog was kill it – and I don’t blame her, it is a tough decision to make. I had to go out the back to confer with Catriona about something. When I returned to the waiting room, a woman had come in with her three kids, opened the kitten cage and had them all out. WTF! What the hell was going on in her head that it is was okay to open a cage, get them out, and then give them to her bratty children? I really wanted to read her the riot act, but I had a client in the waiting room preparing for the death of her dog, so it really wasn’t appropriate. By the time, we had put the dog down (after it tried to rip my arm off during the procedure), the lady and her kids had gone. It was a pity, I was in the mood for a good yelling. I had to make do with bitching about it to Catriona.

I must have been in a state though, cause Catriona had taken the dog we just euthanised and placed it on the floor of the treatment room. I walked straight past it without noticing and continued working. It wasn’t until Catriona commented on the dog lying in the middle of the floor that I noticed it. Great nurse I am, completely missed the dead dog on the floor. It was just one of those days.

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