Yesterday I was dispatched to a domestic call with my partner. We arrive and it's the usual. The two parties and the family members are all drama and involved and trying to get our attention and tell their story all at once.
Meanwhlle, their little dog , a cute miniature Rat Terrier gets out and is running up and down the street and they are doing nothing to catch him.
My partner and I tell them countless times to get the dog before it gets hit by a car. They keep talking to us and each other. We tell them again. Get the dog!
So what happens? A car comes down the street and runs over the dog. Right in front of us. It yelps and crumples in some unnatural pose. I think it's neck is mostly broken. Then it dies.
I have never lost my cool on the job. Never. Until yesterday. I will just leave it at that.
I have never been so upset at work since my shooting in 2004. In fact, I think this was worse.
Call me sensitive. I don't care. It was just a horrible day.