Below are the 2 most recent journal entries recorded in poopdancer's LiveJournal:

Monday, July 4th, 2005
8:27 am	death is the opposite of life i did the DOA run at work yesterday. this involved hauling dozens of plastic bags out of the freezer in the back, a dead animal in each one. some from the vet clinic, but most of them from the shelter where i work. several happened to be dogs i worked with for many weeks, trying to resolve their issues and make them adoptable... but all to no avail. in the end, they were killed for one reason or another. the DOA run itself, however, wasn't as bad as i expected. my friend L. & i traveled to the local municipal shelter with our shelter manager, since we no longer have an in-house crematorium like they do. we opened the back of the van & proceeded to 'unwrap' one frozen body after another in some sort of twisted dysfunctional mockery of a christmas morning ritual. the bodies were then loaded into metal barrels, which were then rolled inside an enormous freezer room, where they would wait patiently for their turn at the burn-bin. it's one thing to load up animals without names, who you never had a connection to. it's sad, but doesn't really hit you the same way unwrapping an animal you've known and loved hits you. we stood there, awkwardly musing about these poor creatures... most of them damaged by humans at some point in their life, now meeting this as their final fate. what was even more disheartening though was looking at all the *other* barrels, full of creatures who never had a chance at all, who never had a name or someone to look after them... dead before their time simply because there aren't enough good homes to go around and because people are too ignorant and apathetic to get their pets fixed, so the overpopulation problem just keeps getting worse. anyway, the bizarre part of this little ritual was that it actually left me feeling content in some way. it was good to come full circle, to have some sort of closure with these animals i'd grown to love, to have a 'burial' of sorts, even though it was far from idyllic. but then again, who said death was supposed to be idyllic? Current Mood: numb Current Music: Medieval Music of Iceland (Comment on this)
Wednesday, June 15th, 2005
11:58 pm	identify self my anima needs an enema, my karma needs a new battery, and my dogma needs to be euthanized. i am a slick sick brick-headed bumble with a 24-hour brain clot in need of ONE MORE FRIGGIN DAY IN THE WEEK, the 8th day, the forgotten day... the day *after* god rested onest he'd made the world & patted himself on the back, the 8th day when the goddess woke up from a peaceful slumber, saw the mess her cosmic sphincter of a partner had made while she'd been napping, and promptly began to try in vain to put all the crazy shits & horrific blunders back together again. some days i feel like she's ahead of the game. other days, not so much. today is one of those days. Current Mood: restless and raw Current Music: snoring farting dreaming mutt by my side (Comment on this)