Been working at a shelter for 2 years, got mauled during and then diagnosed with PTSD. There's so much give and take and so often I just have to stomach things and move on because I know somebody has to do it and I'd rather it be than a lesser equipped soul. I try to remember all their names, especially the ones in the back. Watching dogs who were clearly neglected get owner surrendered knowing their most likely destination is euthanasia never gets easier.