Daily Archives: November 8, 2018

November 8

Rocky had to go to the vet today.  Nothing serious.  Just a minor flare up of the ear infection he gets from time to time. 

At first I thought it was just an excuse for him to go visit his “girlfriend” Emily . . . his favorite vet tech at the vet office.  When he was younger, she was the one that always took care of him and now he’s so attached to her that I ask if she’s on duty whenever we have an appointment because he is sad when she’s not there . . . and, luckily, she is on duty most of the time when we were there . . .

But today I think there was a higher purpose at work . . .

Emily was there and got to love on “her boy” and he got lots of pets and treats.  The ear infection was not very serious so he just got a good ear cleaning and some goopy drops in his ears . . . with instructions for Mommy to put the drops in each ear every day for the next five days . . . oh, joy of joys, a session of WWE wrestling with the boy dog every day for the next five days . . .

As we were leaving the exam room, I saw a little lady sitting in a chair in the waiting room holding onto a warm fuzzy blanket . . . and I noticed that she had a leash, but no doggie . . . and she had been crying.  I had a feeling that poor lady was having a bad day and my heart was breaking for her.  It appeared that Rocky noticed the little lady, too, because he cautiously walked towards the lady and waited patiently for her to see him. 

When I noticed what he was doing, I said to the lady “he’s a tender heart and he can tell you need a friend right now.”  She smiled at me, then smiled at him, and patted his head as she told me the story about her fur baby and the reason for their appointment today.  Yes, she had just lost her little furry friend of 15 years . . . and as she told me the story, and as one of the other vet techs came out to take care of some final details, Rocky stood quietly by her side and let her ruffle the top of his head and pat his side.  And when it was time for her to leave, he gave her leg one last sniff and sat quietly as she walked out. 

We were there a few minutes more while the girls at the desk finished up our bill and gathered the goopy drops I have to put in his ears . . . and he was usual curious self . . . sniffing stuff in the lobby, nudging me to hurry up so we could go home . . . and trying to go behind the counter to get more pets and treats from the girls . . . 

And it was all I could do not to start crying . . . I did that a little later in the car when I told him how proud I was of him for being such a good friend to that lady . . . 

 

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