Today was my last day at the Pet Shop.
I started here around the end of Feb 2018 and spent a little over a year here.
The Store Mascot was a little Chihuahua named Chico. He was 14 years old and had cancer.
Someone brought him in Christmas Eve 2017 with his toenails grown out all the way around into his paw pads, and he had massive tumors you could see on his neck and belly. They surrendered him to the rescue and Woofta didn't think that he would live very long so they didn't put him up for adoption. Over a year later he was still running about bossing everyone around and peeing on things just for fun. He got really attached to our head groomer who would take him home every night and to this day he still thinks he belongs to her.

They ran an animal rescue called Bakken Paws out of the store. They would take in dogs and cats, and sometimes rabbits as we had space. Kitten season was horrible and at one point we had 30 some cats in the store at once! They would do fundraisers and take donations to have all these animals vetted and placed in foster homes until they were adopted. The kitten below was one of the dozens that came through when I was there. I named him Cinnamon and he was a single orphan kitten they had found. We got another orphan kitten in just weeks later and they became buddies and eventually were adopted out together as brothers.
The majority of my job outside of caring for and cleaning the animals was freight.
Giant orders that had to be scanned in, put away, and reorganized over and over. This was just 1 delivery.
There were lots of crazy issues that would pop up. Like trying to figure out how this lizard got itself into this situation... and how to get him out.
When I left my coworkers all got me treats. They know my addiction to Reese's.
I am really going to miss this place and the friends I made here.
Its not very often you have a job you enjoy with people you are all friends with.