I had a different post in mind for today, but am feeling like writing about something I saw earlier. Right as I was heading out to take my youngest to a dr. appointment - this little critter decided to get stung by a yellow jacket.
So, I panicked and called the vet and took him in on the way to the dr., since I couldn't imagine leaving him alone - he was obviously in pain (crying and not walking on his front left paw) and they could give him the benadryl he needed and watch him and all that good stuff that vets do.
He's fine and sleeping soundly on the couch next to me. But when I picked him up, while I was waiting for his pain meds and the bill, a family came in, so distraught and crying that I knew that they must have gotten bad news about their pet and were probably there because the poor animal had to be put down or had already passed. Been there, done that, twice. I stood there, not really knowing what to do, but ready to cry right along with them. They brought Guinness out and I just held him and put my face in his fur and felt so grateful for him. But as much as I love this little dog, seeing those people made me miss my Petey dog so much. It was about 4 years ago exactly that we had to put him down. He was a sweet, sweet Golden and we all miss him still. So I went back and found this post from back then and had a good cry. Pets are so wonderful and I feel so lucky to have had the ones we've had, but it is so scary when they're sick or hurt and SO painful when they pass. Kind of random thoughts, I know, but I was so touched by those poor people today - my heart goes out to them.