I've always wanted to be an RSPCA inspector
and I saw a program about them a while back, one of those fly-on-the-wall series, about them going through their training.

There was this situation where a cat had been abused and it was really ill with cancer, the trainee was going to take it to the vet, but the supervisor said it's best to let poor thing go. So they gave it an injection, standing in the street with the car it the back of the car, and it died while the guy was stroking it.

My wife then turned to me to say how sad it was and saw tars running down my face. She held my hand and said she didn't think I had the right temperament for the job....

I think she's probably right, with in a week of my doing that job my house would be full of sick and dying animals, and me crying the whole time each one died.

bugger now I'm crying in the office....
( umbongo I vote for Evil Lu as Mayor of /talk, Mon 18 Apr 2005, 12:49, Reply)