I witnessed my first euthanasia today.
I was supposed to be the one holding the cat for its euth, but it was reacting badly to the shaver, my senior stepped in. It wasn't a smooth one, but at least now I know what could have gone wrong and not feel terrible when it does go wrong.
That euthanising liquid is essentially a high concentration of anaesthesia. It is easily accessible, that's why you get so many vets committing suicide.
I don't know if I would do it again. I didn't have the time to process the thought. I just went straight back to work.
I figured today would have been the best time to learn this because everything seemed pretty aligned for me today: me exhausted, me having no emotions whatsoever because of exhaustion, me needing to push on for one more day, vet student seemed interested in learning too (I wasn't learning this by myself, it was relieving), vet seems very nice and patient to teach today, senior was around to teach me. It was now or never, so I jumped at it.
Now I am still too exhausted to think about how it made me feel. I only knew I didn't want to allow myself to feel anything.
It happened quickly.
Quick enough for me to not build any emotions, more of intrigued and part shocked at the same time.
It's for the best.