How can we begin to count the number of our “trips to the vet?” Many, many cats and several dogs during 56 years of animal-loving years together? It’s an incalculable number. And we dare not add up the dollars invested. Or remember the pain of letting go of a beloved pet.
If we were smart, we’d never subject ourselves to that again. Our right brains would tell us to: “Stop! Enough already!” But then, because it’s a lovely Sunday afternoon and we’ve nothing else to do, we amble over to the Humane Society Just for a peek at the kitties. No harm there. Right?
Then we remember how much we dearly love the feel of fur under our fingers, the clean smell of a kitty, the purrs. Oh, the purrs. The cuddly, itty-bitty-ness of a kitten, who just happens to fit, so softly, in the palms of our hands. We’ll take that one. Where do we sign? And, of course, we promise to love, honor and obey.
And it’s all worth it. One of the really important reasons it’s worth it is that we get to take those trips to the vets. They’re our ticket to ride. In sickness and in health, the vet’s office is a good, safe place to be. We meet the nicest people, admire other pets in the waiting room, receive support and care from the doctors and nurses and are grateful for their dedication.
Trips to the vet? Wouldn’t miss ’em for the world.