I'm a former flight attendant who still likes to travel. I love all animals. Please be kind everyone, because you never know what someone else might be going through.
Air Travel Today
As a former flight attendant, believe me when I tell you that I have seen it all when it comes to traveling on a plane. It is as if people become someone that you do not recognize. It is understandable when we are required to release ourselves to a total stranger. These planes take us from A to B, and we have no idea who is flying them. I can assure you that these people are highly qualified. It takes long hours of flight and classroom training before you can fly a commercial airplane. Most pilots are former military, and have plenty of experience flying. Your flight attendants have a lot of training as well. You should put down your book, magazine, whatever you might be doing, stop talking, and listen to what they are saying. If not for yourself at least out of respect for the people that are sitting near you. They are not doing that safety demonstration for themselves. They already know everything that there is to know about that. Remember if anything goes wrong these are the people who are going to help you. They know those planes, you don't, so you are going to need them.
Pets We Loved and Lost
Anyone who has a pet understands the unconditional love that they give to us. They are always there for us whenever we need them. When they die, we cannot understand why they had to go away. Whether it was because of old age, a sickness, or another reason, we are devastated. Recently our dog died, but not in a way that you might ever imagine. My daughter and I had gone away for a short vacation. We had done this so many times before, so why would I think that anything was different this time? Whenever I was leaving for more than a few days, I would tell Popcorn, "Don't be sad, we'll be back soon. If you miss me just visit me in my dreams." I remember the day that we left. He was sitting on the dining room floor staring at me as if to say, "Please don't leave me here. Take me with you." I can still see his face. Whenever I think about that day I wish that we had never gone away. Just two days before we were supposed to come back, I got the worst news ever. At first I thought it was a twisted sick joke. It wasn't. Popcorn was dead. I frantically called his veterinarian, but of course nobody answered because it was a Sunday. I left a message hoping that he would call me back. Popcorn had been taken to his doctor by my daughter's dad. He was there to get antibiotics for his skin problems. Instead, her dad told the doctor to put him to sleep. Yes, that is what I said, Popcorn had been euthanized. My daughter was just as heart broken as I was when she found out. We just could not understand why the doctor would have listened to him and put Popcorn to sleep. Popcorn was my dog, not his. He had maybe seen this doctor twice, if that even, because one time was to pick him up from the groomer. To my knowledge he had not even talked to the doctor that day. There was nothing that I could do now. Popcorn was gone forever. I filed a complaint with our state veterinary office. They said the doctor had the right to put him to sleep because he was told to. This person who handles the reviews also told me that there has to be an established relationship. Established means a long term relationship. There was no long term relationship when you have only interacted with the person twice. The state veterinary office did nothing. Then he had the nerve to send me a link about a case where a family asked for pain and suffering for their loss. I did not ask for that. There is no amount of money that could ever make what happened to Popcorn okay! Here is the link to the article that they sent to me: