I had a feeling what was in the envelope. A sense of dread overcame me as I saw it was a letter. Sure enough, tears silled my eyes. No deaths, or terrible things-- my dog's veterinarian is retiring.
Silly me, I'm crying as I write this, and hate myself for overreacting. It seems like I'm losing a member of my family, someone who's been with me for ups and downs. Larry has greeted four poodle puppies for me. I won't forget how he laughed at Rondo's long ears and called him a hound dawg. Two spays, two neuters, an intestinal resectioning, old age, Addison's disease, cancer and numerous worries from me. He's been to my home to put my Persi to sleep forever. He's cried with me as he put Rondo out of his pain. There was a long series of shot-giving lessons as I got up the courage to give Caprice her monthy Percorten shots. The phone calls checking up on and discussing my dogs. He listened to concerns about shots, diet, doses of prednisone.
I've never been upset when I've had to change doctors. It's happened and I've moved on. But now we're losing someone I trusted with my dear dogs' lives, a friend, someone who cared.
Yes, this is probably what he wants and needs. A year ago he suffered a heart attack. I missed him dearly during the time he was gone. I wish him well, but I wish him here, where he's done so much for us.
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