Our vet is an interesting guy.
He’s always very calm. When we had to put down Campbell he was the fellow on duty and I remember thinking, then, that he had that soothing manner you often see in nurses and long-time funeral home workers.
I suppose a serene demeanour helps when dealing with injured, and possibly angry, animals.
Just got notice that all went well with Null’s surgery. He made the call himself, which surprised me a little – usually it’s one of the vet techs who handles the phone.
Even more surprising, however, was the fact that I could hear the excitement in his voice.
“Everything went well with the surgery?” I asked.
“Yes, yes,” he replied, “but I need your email address: you MUST see what I expressed from her anal glands.”
– and now I have. Now I have.
Though I have no idea what I’m looking at, (beyond that I wouldn’t want to wipe it on my children,) our vet stands as a great reminder that you’ve got to find joy in your work where you can – even if it’s in cat-butt secretions.
