If there is one thing I’m certain of, animal emergencies almost always occur one minute before the vet closes OR over the weekend. This weekend, our dog sitter V was across the street watching puppy Charlie. Charlie ended up getting sick and needed to go to the vet. The regular vet was closing and thought he should go to the emergency vet. Off we went.
While in the emergency vet waiting room, I was reminded how much I love those who love animals. I go to the human doctor a lot, and I can assure you that there is very little talking that occurs in the waiting room among patients. If I asked someone why they were there they’d prob tell me to eff off, stand up and move seats. That is not the case at the vet, there is an immediate bond, in fact the bond is so strong that it forms before you even arrive.
We were in the waiting room for 20 minutes.
- I spoke to the owner of a sweet-faced lab who had stopped eating. She had rescued him. She lives one mile from me. There is a chance we’ll be on each others Christmas cards list moving forward.
- There was a guy with a cat emergency. Despite not loving cats, he needed a hug, so he got one.
- The owners of a very sick bloodhound told me stories of previous bloat and the challenges of owning a giant breed dog. Despite countless emergencies, they wouldn’t have it any other way — this one was in fact their third of the breed!
- We sat by as an elderly woman was told it might be time to think about what her 16-year-old cat’s future holds. The woman was going to go home that weekend, with her cat, and decided.
We showed each other photos, we got each other through the time in the waiting room. We shared a language, of love.
Puppy Charlie spent the night at the ER and is back at home with his family. We are hoping the other animals are too!