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I am not sure if this is really the definition of irony, but every Wednesday I just can't help but dwell on it a little bit. Wednesday morning is my surgery day. Typically most of the surgeries are routine spays and neuters on dogs and cats. I stand there in surgery looking at all the testicles and uteruses that I spend all morning removing thinking about how I am desperately trying to get mine to function to cause the exact thing I am typically doing that surgery to prevent. Yesterday I had a kinda slow surgery day, only one small dog spay and four cat neuters. The days when I have several spays are the ones that really make me feel odd. Not that I am saying I don't want to do the surgeries. I love surgery and pet dogs and cats don't need or for the most part even want babies. Just the last few surgery days I have felt odd while doing them. Just thought I would share.