I just noticed how the word “cansada” meaning “tired” looks pretty close to “Canadian” which I also am. But yesterday at the end of a busy, busy day I was “cansada”.
It all began with an early rise for the the big spay and neuter event in our little community. Our animal group has worked very hard for the last year to fund-raise for just such an event in the hopes that we could get our town folk to buy into the idea of having their pets sterilized. All our work paid off fantastically with the completion of 180 sterilizations. The beginning of the day, looked something like this:
We had many volunteers from within our community and beyond. Everyone’s job was important; from giving out the registration numbers, caring for an animal whose owner was unable to be there, pre-op, transportation both around town and from one station to another and post-op.
And then of course there were the wonderful, hardworking people from SpayPanama, without whose expertise this event wouldn’t have been possible.
And then there was the reason why we do this.
At first the influx of animals was overwhelming but once the first couple of groups were through the system the day passed quickly and our SpayPanama crew were packing up their things to go.
I’ve left the answer to the burning question on your mind for last. Of course it’s: “What job did you do?” Let’s just say that I wielded a fierce electric shaver, learned how to express bodily waste from sleeping critter, had a great technique while spraying disinfectant and I hope not to see another animal scrotum or penis for a while. Well, at least not until we can help our local pet community once again…in the campo.