Conversations rising from a lifetime trekking the ever-changing world of veterinary medicine
We’ve begun the adjustment into a slide I call ‘the greys’. That’s when Nature flips the switch on us and the landscape shifts to tones of muted grey and brown with skiffs and sometimes mountains of white. The whole process takes a hard turn and we begin a seep into a quiet that brings with …
With no hesitation, I’ve been known to grab on to a new furry faced family member and say, I am yours and you are mine and we will be together forever. And then we gather up into the folds of life, neatly tuck them into every little nook and cranny and the “dance me to …
In a conversation the other night, my man said, there are those times when you have no choice but to get out and push the canoe. He reminded me of sections of a river we used to love to occasionally canoe many years ago. How many times we had to get out and push our …
“How can I begin anything new with all of yesterday in me?” ~ Leonard Cohen What I miscalculated was a lot. But in fairness, (the story I tell myself) we were way too busy in those years just trying to outrun some made up idea of who we were and what we stood for. Who …
Time, the radical reformer, lets nothing get in his way. He’s on a mission. Sometimes he brings along a bottle of champagne and a couple of apples. Other times, he wants to share some high grade Kush with chips and dip. Either way he’s coming for a visit and sometimes when you least expect it. …
Our relationship with death takes on shapes and forms over our lifetime. When we’re little kids just taking it all in around us, we watch how the adults in our lives express themselves after a loss occurs. We watch, listen and feel it all. Sponges soaking every bit up. It’s so slick you don’t even …
I thrive in the season of Easter. I can smell it coming in March but I sometimes get whiffs in February. It’s that familiar scent of damp earth. It’s a time when spring fairies come out and breathe the clean in my laundry whipping on the clothesline. The Spring line air smells different than the …
I was doing a task at home the other morning I’ve done more times than I can count, my fingers knowing their job well. Moving in synchrony, intertwining while unwrapping the IV line, they couldn’t be distracted. And, in spite of years of physical work creating large joints, they worked nimble and capable as my …
The day after Death comes to take a loved one away is marked like no other day on the calendar. This day after Death has visited brings a slow-motion rhythm of heavy-laden legs, heavy feet shuffling, heavy eyelids. Sit for a while, wander for a while. Have more water. Distract and repeat. That time before …
One day, back in the mid-seventies, I was bit by a rabid cat. When I got to work that morning, my boss happened to be on the phone. So, I went to the back to see if anything had come in overnight. In the middle cage, in a room little bigger than a closet, was …