Makayla Hudson (releasethetiger) wrote in genome_project, @ 2011-02-11 13:53:00 |
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Entry tags: | february 2011 |
WHO: Makayla Hudson (If Travis or Julius(son) wants to jump in they can otherwise it's solo)
WHAT: Having one of many stressful days at the animal clinic
WHEN: February 11, close to the end of her work day
WHERE: Frye Island's Animal Clinic
RATING: Low
It was another long day at the clinic and Makayla didn’t know how much more she could actually handle it. She didn’t mind the countless animals that came in, needing a check-up, their monthly or yearly shot. It was the poor defenseless animals that needed to be put down that got to her worse than anything else. She understood why some of them needed this treatment. A lot of the parents or young adults didn’t have the money to buy the medication that the pet would need to either get better or at least prolong their death.
Wasn’t her place to consult the child bawling their eyes out when she gave the verdict, but it was the mother in her that wanted to scoop them up and calm them down the best she could. But it was the animal that tore her heart apart.
Makayla was good at controlling her powers, but in a stressful environment, while the child is screaming at the top of their lungs, all that control is lost and she could hear the animal crying itself and wondering why their master was crying.
Her head was pounding by the end of the day. She needed time in her office to calm herself and wrap that iron wall around her control and keep it in place before going back out there and dealing with another sick dog or cat. She couldn’t remember which animal was waiting for her attention. “Why did I go into this profession again?” she asked herself out loud. Both of her hands came up and rubbed two fingers against each temple counterclockwise and then the other way around. This method seemed to be helping but it wouldn’t stop her from popping a few Tylenol.
A few more deep breathes were made and before she knew it, she was up out of her chair and putting on that smiling face as she entered the examination room. She was sort of right about which animal she was seeing then. The poor dog had cancer in the throat. She tried to explain to the parent as well as the dog that this couldn’t be cured, but they could slow it down and allow the animal to last a few years longer. Makayla already knew what was coming. They wouldn’t be able to afford the medicine, they wouldn’t want to keep the dog around if it’s going to be in that amount of pain, and they certainly didn’t want their child to watch their favorite pet die. While the mother spoke to Makayla, she was giving the dog quick glances and telling the animal that he’ll be going to a place where he would be pampered twenty-four/seven and no one would ever yell at him for something he did wrong. The pooch was happy to hear about that because he didn’t know much longer he could take getting a spanking from his owner when he chewed on the sofa. Makayla wanted to chuckle right then, but she had to keep that business-like expression on her face throughout this whole conversation.
By the end of it, they gave the dog up to the clinic after their meeting. This child didn’t cry at all, but she loved the term “doggie-heaven” and she wanted to visit it some time to play with all of the dogs that were there. By this time, Makayla couldn’t take much more of it and excused herself to her office by saying she was going to file the rest of the papers that needed to be done. The files would be taken care of, but not right now. Right now, she couldn’t stop herself from crying.