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  • The emotions I feel when I have to euthanize a cat at my shelter is extraordinary. I write and re-write this story to try and figure out what it is I want to say. I'm not much of a writer and my emotions are usually bottled up unwilling to come out from my fingertips. I stood in the feral room today hovering over a black and white cat who I had just sedated. Glycerine by Bush came on the radio and this triggered memories of high school. I thought of simpler days where decisions were made by my parents. I thought about my dad who is now dead and how life is just so much harder. I put her to sleep while these thoughts ran through my head. Everyday I am reminded of how short life is. I practice patience and gratitude (although I'm not successful at it on a daily basis). I am thankful every night that I get to sleep beside my wonderful husband. I am saddened by the absence of my sister but I know I am lucky to have her. Life is hard and short and sad but from this I find strength and happiness.
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