Well, today was my first euthenasia and I know it's lame, but I'm kinda bummed about it. Normally, I wouldn't watch, but it was slow and I hung around with the reciept. And damn, if that cat wasn't the most alive and dignified one I'd seen so far at the hospital. Usually, they're either half-dead or hallucinating from drugs, so finding one that'd actually look me in the eye was a novelty. I thought they'd got the wrong cat when they put him on the table. It might not have been so bad, but he really didn't want to die. Then he fell limp and was lolling around like a marionette with its strings cut.
Whatever. I'm getting all sentimental and crap. Hopefully I'll have more balls when its my turn to kill cats.