My day is a whirlwind of specialized diets, subcu fluids, and hiding pills in every substance known to man. I've helped countless animals through end-of-life care, giving them a dignified, warm exit. But when my medical shift ends, my haunted house shift begins... At 3:00 AM, while my 14 year old pitty in kidney failure snores like a broken chainsaw and my asthmatic cat in cardiac failure dreams of breakfast, I wake up to a chill in the room. There balancing on top of the 2 inch, open bedroom door, is my 2 year old calico girl. She hovers like a colorful sleep paralysis demon. She isn't sleeping. She is just staring. This is a nightly performance review of my hospice management skills. From sugar gliders and snakes to senior dogs and gravity-defying gargoyle cats, my home is a beautiful, exhausting testament to unconditional love. I try to provide the ultimate soft landing for animals who need it most—even the ones who choose to haunt me from my own doorframe.