Isn’t it interesting the superstitions we believe in… the full moon brings out the crazy, death or bad news comes in threes… don’t say things are going well at work ESPECIALLY in the medical field either human or veterinary medicine. We can discount the superstitions and say they aren’t true but in my experience, full moons mean late night filled with tears, and every time I receive bad news I try to guess which other two things could go terrible wrong. It’s interesting and a large part of me believes it all to be true. Because at night when I’m driving home from a day filled with euthanasias and I’ve told my family they have to say goodbye to their loved one and I check my phone to discover my own baby has been long gone for 48 hours it hurts… it hurts terribly bad and I look up at the sky to pray to God and there is the moon. Full and bright… shining as bright as the sun sometimes almost as if to mock me. The sun is warm and inviting and the moon is filled with mystery and sadness. The moon follows me home and tucks me into bed and tells me to have a good nights rest but at 3 am I toss and turn and the light is shining so bright through my window it must be morning but it’s not. It’s the Moon… mocking me again.