When I was a little girl everyone said I should be a vet.  In those days, that really was just about the only option for someone who loved animals.  But I always knew I could not handle the sadness that accompanies being an animal doctor.  I wished I had been tougher but knew my heart could not handle it.  So to stumble my way into owning and operating a petsitting business as an adult was serendipitous.  For 16 years I have had the joy of caring for animals and I have often joked I would pill them but not shoot them (with needles).  Administering shots was not something I thought I could do and I did not want to use anyone’s fur baby as a pin cushion for the sake of making a new client.  And then along came Alamo.  For over a decade at least I have cared for his four-legged brethren (both canine and feline) and his mom recently told me he has diabetes.  Faced with losing him since I had never given anyone shots, I decided I must overcome my reticence.  I guess that year of in-vitro really got me comfortable with needles even if it was only on myself.  I know how to draw back the medicine, sterilize the area, and check the viscosity of the drugs like the back of my hand.  The real test was in not hurting Alamo.  Turns out he didn’t even flinch and I was so happy knowing I could do something to help him and his mother when she was away.  Famous French-German theologian Albert Schweitzer said, “The purpose of human life is to serve, and to show compassion and the will to help others.”  I guess you CAN teach an old dog new tricks.  😉