When my vet does right by me and mine, I go out of my way to say thanks. Drop in to the office on the way to other stuff. (Great news when Magnum swallows a piece of ball, or getting a phone call back on a Sunday when I have a question/concern.)
People have suggested to me that I go work with a vet in some capacity because of all the animal stuff I do , I said no way in hell. It’s hard on me with my own animals, and I feel really bad when I see distressed people with their pets at the vet when I’m there, no way I could be immersed in it for a living. I’m still bummed about the cat who died a few weeks back and to be frank I do have favorites and he wasn’t one of them. Only certain people are cut out for it.
I need to find pictures. My first Bengal cat would sleep on top of my bedroom door like that
Seems like the smaller the box, the more Andy wants to wedge himself into it.
If I had Andy's breath, I'd look pissed off, too. Come to think of it....
