Pets worth all the effort
"I am sure Noah had a pair of dogs and cats, besides all other forms of critters, two by two when the rains began," I speculated to a client as we reveled in joy of our relationship to our pets. Like our children or elderly parents, their care is of great importance to that lasting relationship.
In looking back on yesterday's events I am reminded how and to what extent we will go to provide for our pets and livestock. As is typical of many of my Mondays, not much was on the agenda for the day as I let out my crew of boarding dogs so they can relieve themselves out back. Then the phone starts ringing:
Within 30 minutes, we have enough to keep us busy at least through noon, and then some. Seizuring dogs, a bladder infection, a young hunting dog who limped in the door, a lethargic schnauzer who refused his breakfast this morning, to name but a few. All their owners had the look of concern on their brows. It was our job to unravel the mystery of the body so these pets could return to their master's sides, to comfort and console as only their soft furry coats can do. As we lined up the X-rays, blood tests, and urinalysis, a storm was brewing outside. It suddenly looked like someone turned the lights out as I gathered up the blood samples to take to the lab in Lawrence. But the skies are a bit forbidding.
Setting out on Kansas Highway10, I feel like the storm chaser I watched the night before on PBS, cruising into the teeth of a spring thunderstorm.
As the wind howls and the rain pelts my windshield. I adjust the wiper to high. I am reminded of the storms of life we all enter and how through perseverance we all can succeed. My success depends on my navigation of this storm. A prayer is murmured and the storms seems to intensify. Again, I am reminded at what length we go to ensure the livelihood of our pets. Even now it seems all so important to me.
As the day played out with the diagnoses and treatments, all my patients went home seemingly better than before arriving. Our last task of the day was to help a dear old dog out of her pain and paralysis. Many tears were shed and hugs all around were shared, as we seemingly asked ourselves, "Why do we do this for them?" It's in our nature to love.
As I locked the backdoor and slipped into my car to head home, I sighed in relief, knowing we put our best foot forward. Hopefully, the world and her animals were at better peace from our efforts to help and heal. As I turned into my drive I was greeted by two dogs, Susie and Minnie. I also was greeted by the display of mutilated trash all of over the yard. Apparently, the wind from the storm knocked over the trash can, and the dogs and cats helped themselves. Ugh! I picked the pieces up reluctantly.
I went down to the barn to feed the cows and see how they faired in the storm. All was well, but I could not find my youngest calf. I could hear a rattling of metal and noticed the animal was stranded inside the water tank with a look of "OK, I'm here. You are the smart one get me out." I grabbed my rope. With a loop around the calf's neck and a tug, we were out of harms way. Luckily, there was no water in the tank, reminding me of yet another chore to do.
Once again, I'm reminded of the great extent we go to care for our animals. I think it's well worth it, don't you?