My last night as a veterinary technician.

Tonight is my last day at work. I have worked the graveyard shift of 8pm to 6:30am at a specialty animal hospital for over a year now and this career is finally coming to an end, thankfully, on a good note. I will be a stay at home mom and  continue to write my novels hoping to achieve the success of my favorite authors. But tonight I want to say goodbye to all the things I loved and hated about being a vet tech.
Goodbye

• Anal Glands
• Smelly dog and cat pee
• hemorrhagic (bloody) diarrhea
• the smell of parvo
• Angry cats (and you thought birds were bad hehe)
• endless unsocialized/separation anxiety barking
• Shitty owners who can't afford to rub  two pennies together but just bought a $3000 toy maltishipoodlecock whatever that is, too tiny to sustain its self without feedings every 2 hours, 24hr heat support, and has been vomiting for a week and now at 2am its all my fault and I am a greedy asshole for expecting them to pay for treatment. I hate you and I want to shoot you in the face.
• California Pets Pet store, who sold the above abomination and have 3 more just like it with the same problem. Also at 2am after some dumb ass teenager has been shoving food down its throat for the last 8 hours even though the puppy is barely conscious.
• snuggling with your dog. Yes I love your dog like my own and if he lets me (meaning he doesn't try to rip my face off) I am going to spoil the shit out of him. I will also hug and rub and let him lick my face and stuff. Sorry if I destroyed all your training in a single weekend.
• Head butts from happy purring kitties.
• Knowing I eased an animals suffering even if I couldn't save their life.
• Sifting through vomit for whatever it is you think your pet ate.
• Pot dogs. I don't care what you say about not having pot in the house. There is no judgment, just admit it and we can move on and fix it quite easily. I can spot a pot dog a mile away now.
• Lifting 100+ lb dogs.
• Puppies and kittens!!! and old dogs who just want to camp out on the piles and piles of blankets we give them.
• Owners who won't euthanize their cancer riddled, SUFFERING pets, that can't even move and are covered in sores from laying in their own  urine and poop. They are nothing but skin and bones and need to die with peaceful dignity not in violent spasms at home. I know you love them but its time to let them go.
• Jokes only fellow techs understand/Animal humor.
• Dirty looks from angry kitties
• Pilling an animal. God I hate giving tramadol! It must taste awful because once it is discovered in the meatball that jaw is on lock down.
• Standing for hours in surgery.

Goodbye awesome clients and pet parents, goodbye shitty owners, goodbye my kitties and puppies no matter how old you are. Some of you have made a very big difference in my life and some of you I wish very bad things to happen to (clients not pets). This has been a decade long journey but one I will never forget.

Goodbye amazing doctors and coworkers. You have taught me so much and I am honored to have worked with you. In my heart you are my friends and you are my people.