My dog had some tests done the other week and the results were due back on Friday afternoon. I stayed by the phone for days but on the Friday morning I took her in the garden for a wee only to get back in the house to the phone ringing. It was my vet. She’d rang while I was in the garden (typical) but then rang again. She said the minute the result came through she rang me straight away as she knew how worried I was and everything was ok. Unfortunately I’ve read that many vets suffer from depression and there is a high suicide rate and it’s because they do the job to save animals and can’t cope with the downside. I’ve had some amazing vets over the years and they’ve always been there for me when I needed them. I had a pony that was going to be pts (she wasn’t going to survive the winter) but she got colic and I needed a vet straight away. My vet wasn’t supposed to be doing that sort of thing that day but, before I knew it she’d arrived. I asked her how she’d been able to come and she said ‘I made you a promise that I’d be there when it happened and I wasn’t going to let you down’. The last I heard of her she was suffering from stress. My lasting memory of her was us stood in the rain hugging each other and crying when she’d told me my girl couldn’t get through the winter. She was an angel. Left the practice soon after and I never saw her again.
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