me and animals

I hadn't realized how much I'd missed my animals. When I was a kid, I used to doctor injured animals -- I always seemed to have at least one or two around. The animals were strays or wild, but they never hurt me that I remember. I always had a knack for animals.

I stopped doing it when ... my life fell apart for a while. For some reason I never took it up again. It wasn't like I didn't know that it was something I like to do -- I'm training to be a vet, after all! But I guess I had forgotten exactly how it made me feel.

Anyway, I've just started this part-time job, kind of an intern thing, with a vet, and ... it's great. He's kind of a wacky guy -- would you believe he uses homeopathy on them? I mean, okay, with humans, you can see a placebo effect going on -- they expect to get better, so they do. But animals?? What's the point of that?

And he plays this weird music during surgery, and burns scented oils ... well, you get the picture. But he's a nice old guy, and it's certainly a relaxing atmosphere. In fact ... okay, just between you and me, I'm burning some of the stuff in my room, and I have started sleeping better since I started doing that. Probably a coincidence but can't do any harm, right?

It's probably just the being around animals thing. Yeah, I have had the lab rats, but, due respect, and they really are a much maligned species, but I think I prefer dogs and cats! Or maybe it's just that the animals are here because they need care. The lab rats, I'm just feeding and cleaning out; they don't need me.

Out of the mouths of idiots ... You see why I write this stuff? Because I start something simple, and before you know it, I'm revealing something to myself. Damn. I thought I'd got over that whole need-to-be-needed thing.

Not in this life, I guess.