Lots of stupid phone calls at work guilting me into things...
Then this afternoon a gal calls and says she's found a few week old kitten outside the library, almost unresponsive, in a box.. Animal control is closed, so I tell her I'll take the kitten and foster it if it lives.
She gets here, and it's skin a bones, tail has been recently cut off, she's soaking wet and has been sitting in the heat for god knows how long. I tried feeding her a little food and I couldn't get her to swallow anything. Sub Q fluids did not get a reaction, either. So... we euthanized her.
I don't like cats and I'm allergic, but man. I hate this part of my job.