Good day

I love my job. More importantly, I love feeling that way again, after a week of hectic insanity and crushing stress. Thank all the powers that be, a few days off is enough to put everything right again.

I love waking up and looking forward to going in to work.

I love being confronted with a difficult and challenging case, and feeling the excitement of the challenge more than the unpleasantness of the difficulty. And I love hearing the owner tell me that, if their pet has to get sick, they feel safer and better knowing that *I* am the one to be taking care of him.

I love seeing miraculous transformations - a kitten that showed up on our doorstep two weeks ago, half past closing, sick and emaciated and about to be euthanized by the people who found him, reappearing tonight sleek and happy and healthy. I love watching the family's joy at their new pet, and their happiness at having allowed themselves to be convinced to save what looked like a hopeless case.

I love catching myself singing and whistling at work. I love seeing my favorite patients, and finding new favorites - the wiggling boxer puppy brought in by the sweet lady whose old dog I had to euthanize last winter, brought in for his first checkup today, the snurfly kitten adopted as a playmate for my favorite pug.

I love learning new surgical procedures, and having them work - today I learned how to do spays and neuters with the surgical laser, which is an absolutely fascinating toy that I don't get to use near often enough.

I love coming home in a good mood, not exhausted and not dreading going back the next day.

Stuff is good.