“You’re a sucker, Fruit Bat.”
A fellow employee informed me today after I took in yet
another sick animal for free. Yes,
perhaps I am a sucker. It’s most assuredly
not the first time I have been accused of such a thing. Fortunately, I realize this. The thing is….I don’t see it that way. I have a big heart; a big, fat, mushy,
bleeding heart. I literally cannot help
it. Everyone at works knows this
already. Some of them, when an animal
such as Sirius comes through, do not even tell me about it. Instead they send the citizen on their way to
the animal shelter to save me from taking it in. True,
many of the people who come into our clinic with sick animals just flat don’t
want to pay for any treatment and expect us to either take the animal off their
hands or give them everything for free, but there are a few who just can’t
afford it. I can’t really say for sure
where Sirius falls in this category. All
I know is that I was sought out and asked to come to the front to look at a
very, very sick kitten. Well of course
everyone knew how that was going to end.
I took him home. But not before spending
a good part of the day ensuring that he had at least three feet firmly back in
the land of the living. I still won’t
allow myself to make any promises. He’s
still pretty darn bad off. You never
know though. Miracles are wonderful
things. They happen most unexpectedly.
Prayers for the little guy.
