It has been a week now. I have been sleeping poorly and after I got up and fed the crazed chihuahua at 4 am, I went back to bed and slept in till after 9. it was a cumulative deficit.
Our roommate came home from a particularly heartbreaking case today. The really elderly dog was at the end of life, and the lady owner had hoped the dog would outlast her husband who had Alzheimer's.
It did not work out that way. He sat there unresponsive and appearing to not pay attention, but when that moment came and the veterinarian told the lady that the dog was gone, her husband mouthed a silent scream and was visibly upset. It was truly heartbreaking. It tears me up to type it out.
I have been on that edge all day anyway, but that was real and some tough stuff. He has a hard job, really hard sometimes.