Today is my 19th wedding anniversary. My husband and I just got back from celebrating at Del Frisco’s. I had a dirty martini (with blue cheese olives), a glass of oaky, buttery chardonnay, some crab claws, the obligatory wedge salad & a fancy ribeye.
Today is also the day that our newest technician committed suicide.
She had only worked for us a month, it feels like longer. I liked her, which is significant because generally, I don’t bother getting to know new staff members ’til they’ve been around at least 6 months, because we tend to go through several before one sticks. However, she was scrappy, competent, and a good worker.
She loved the troubled, mean dogs. No fear. They were her favorites.
A couple weeks ago, a cat came in named Jerry. He was 18 years old, and in a well intentioned attempt at grooming, the owners had accidentally cut him 8 times, in an attempt to remove his many mats. I was afraid to sedate him, so Meghan and I spent hours (on and off) with her scratching his chin (which he loved), to distract him, while I shaved his mats & sutured & glued all his lacerations.
She killed herself today. I noticed she was looking a little rough last couple weeks, but I was too busy to ask her what was going on. Figured it was just young people drama.
I liked her.
This is the third suicide in the Dallas veterinary family in a week. I spoke with our one local veterinary social worker, she sounds exhausted. “We have to stop this, we can’t let it spread”.
I knew her a month and my heart is so sad.
Guys, somebody loves you, even if it’s someone you barely know. Suicide is a permanent solution to a temporary problem. Please get help. National Suicide Prevention Hotline.