I recently began work at a vet in addition to still grooming at home. I am in training to be assistant to the vet and I also do grooming there. Anyway, yesterday alone, I rubbed to cats to their final sleep. They had to be put down, for they were suffering. I caressed their fur as they took that final breath. I wanted them to know that we were there and that we were doing this for their good. I thought I would cry the first time I ever witnessed this sad event, and although I was sad, I could not cry because I did not want the cats to hear this. I wanted them to leave with dignity and not have to hear sobbing. I know I will get used to this sort of thing, but it hurts. With one shot, that whole precious life they lived with such devoted owners is gone. I prayed over one before he was put down. I asked God to receive him with open arms and I told this cat that he would feel so much better on Rainbow Bridge. What makes me happy, is that they aren't suffering anymore, they are happy and chasing their play mice. I am just glad that I can be there to "pet them to sleep," instead of "put them to sleep."