Being a vet has always been on my long list of possible job options. But yesterday I've decided to strike it off for the plain reason that I don't think I will be able to handle animals dying and their families wailing away everyday. I brought Cookie to the vet yesterday because she was having a really high fever (40.9°C, highest temp for a dog is 39.5°) and she had been vomiting for the whole of the previous night. While waiting for Cookie's turn, a couple came out of the operating theatre crying really badly, mourning over the death of their dog. Any animal-lover would know how I was feeling then. Cookie got admitted for the night. My sister got a call from the vet this morning saying that Cookie has liver failure.
I hope Cookie can be treated. For now we can only hope.
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On a separate note, I saw this post on facebook this morning and I was completely disgusted.
Please SAY NO TO COSMETICS/BRANDS THAT TEST ON ANIMALS. And just when you thought they only test on rabbits and mice, no, they test on dogs and cats too.
This is such a confronting and thought-provoking question.
Don't forget the nights that it all felt right. Are you not the same as you used to be?
2am deep question of the night haha.