Sad times

It was a very sad day today when we had two animals die on us and one very sad euthanasia on a cute little terrier mix named Peaches. The owners had randomly found her in the mountains four years ago and decided to keep her. They have no idea how old she was, but we could all tell she was pretty old. Their other vet had found that she had had both her shoulders fractured at sometime in her life and all of her front teeth knocked out somehow. She walked funny but she was so cute and was even wagging her tail. Cateracts comepletely covered her eyes but she didn't have to see to know that she was happy to go back to her owners arms. Little Peaches had kidney problems and also had cushings and the owner's told me they were giving her $100 worth of pills a month to keep her going. Well early this morning she had some kind of stroke or so they thought. Once they got her here (they had to drive in from Mt. Home) she was pretty much acting like her normal old self. But they had already decided on the way over that it was time to let her go. Her owner told me that she had prayed a couple days earlier that god would give her a sign and let her know when It was time. And she took this morning as her sign.
We placed an IV on the old girl while "her mom" cried in anticipation in the lobby. "I makes it so much harder when she is wagging her tail like that" She sighed. The lady's husband was acting very macho the whole time while I was getting their paperwork finished. He was even getting grumpy at his wife when she was asking him what they should do with her remains. "Just make a decision!" he raised his voice.
The doctor carried little Peaches up to her family wrapped up tight in a cute pastel blanket. The man shuttered and began to cry a little bit.
I feel like I have seen for the past 12 hours is people crying. And not an I'm sad cry. A I'm crushed cry. It is really hard for me to stay emotionally detached as we are forced to in this line of work. All I can envision is that older couple going home to an empty house, leaving their little friend of 4 years behind forever. I know they will still look for her for a while and expect her to be lying on her favorite spot on the kitchen floor. And how can I turn away from those thoughts and not feel deeply for these people standing in front of me.
God put me in this profession for a reason. But it is so hard sometimes fighting what is only natural. I do this because I love animals but to see them an their owners in agony is so painful at times.