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Re: The Jobs We Do...
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Dave the Dog
A while ago I got a call out from our local Ambulance Service, (I'm an Animal Control Officer) they were doing CPR on a Pt and the house had animals in, could I assist? By the time I arrived the Crew had transported to hospital leaving the FRU outside. I dealt with the largest pet and then returned to see about the others. As I arrived back at the house so did the ambulance to drop off the FRU guy. I introduced myself, showed ID and asked if the Pt had survived. Unsurprisingly the answer was no. This then continued with the FRU going on his next call, leaving me as the only 'Official' around and me thinking 'Oh sh*t' I'm going to be the one to tell the NOK then. Thankfully the elderly disabled parent was half expecting it. I'm not exactly in my youth and I'm also a widower so I was able to empathise a bit. After passing on the news I was able to remove the rest of the frightened and confused pets. The really hard part was then asking the elderly parent to sign over the animals for re-homing. (All were re-homed) I've since had a couple of phone calls thanking me for the assistance. I'll be a bit more careful who I show my ID to in future! ;o) Keep up the good work mate.
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