Maybe part of me is still there

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For about five years I helped Veterinarians. If you'd taken your animal to the Doc you probably wouldn't have seen me. Vets have troops that most people don't notice. "Vet helpers" and technicians and that jack of all trades term, Kennel help. Some days most of my paycheck was earned by cleaning and sanitizing kennels and cat pans. Any second I could get the call to get over and hold an animal while it was being looked at or X rayed. Never a dull moment. At times I'd hold an animal as they came to from surgery. I cleaned surgery packs and kept an eye on the autoclave. That was years ago. Today I am home. This morning I dealt with Fred cat. He did not want that Pred. No way. Not eating that canned food yummy cause it had medicine in it for his asthma. I hated to do it but I finally scruffed him and down his throat went that pill. Sally dog chomped her arthritis meds easily cause its flavored. This afternoon I saw that she was clacking her teeth together. I'd given her a Milk Bone biscuit a few minutes earlier. She loves them though her teeth are flat. I listened and watched. Action was not stopping. Again I hated to do it: I had her come to me and quick, grabbed her, reached into her mouth, found the round chunk of Milk Bone that lay just beyond her teeth and brought it out. No more choking so Sally settled and ate the chunk in good order. Guess maybe I run my own animal shelter.