I only make house calls for friends. And of the very few of those I have actually done over the years, most have been for euthanasias. Today was no exception. And to top it all off, the morning was cool and dreary, seemingly fitting for the task at hand.
There are few things that make my day worse than going into the home of someone I know for the purpose of laying a beloved friend to rest. It's hard to even get out of the car. But I keep it in perspective by remembering that no matter how bad it makes my day, it's much worse for them. When it's over, it's not my life that has changed. I simply go back home, back to work, or off to lunch. For the family, the day is much different.
And I realize I could just say no. But I know they would not have asked me to come if it wasn't important for one reason or another to have this done at home. This is the kind of thing they don't tell you about in school, or when you are considering career choices. I don't know if that's good or bad. Because even though it's one of the hardest things you might do, it's also the one people remember and appreciate the most.
Clash Of Seasons
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