02/04/2025
JOY COMES IN MANY SHAPES AND FORMS
DR.ELLEN FRIEDMAN
I think something common to all veterinarians is how your family expands to include your clients. Not only do you get to know the patients, but their owners become part of your life: their kids, their ups and downs, their lives. When we lose a patient, we grieve. When we lose a client, the sadness is just as real.
And often she. We lose someone, a pet story from their history with you comes to mind and makes you smile.
Years ago we had a family come to us with their little white French poodle Pierre. The owners, a. Elderly couple, were awfully nice to us. The gentleman was French; the lady, Rumanian. Both were heavily accented and lovely to work with. Pierre was the focus of their lives, and he was a fun, smart little dog. Eventually Pierre became ill and then passed away. The man was devastated by the loss, became withdrawn and depressed, and were all concerned by his decline. His wife came to us one day and said “I must find a poodle for my husband; I fear for his health if I don’t.” For various reasons she was unable to find a new dog, and we became more and more worried for both of them.
One morning, a young couple came in with their bichon frise’ , a young adult dog. The pup’s urinary bladder was full of stones. Beyond not having the financial ability for surgery, the owners were concerned about the responsibility of buying special diets for her, and the possibility of needing further surgeries in the future. They asked if we would take in their dog,and find her a home that would be able to take good care of her.
After a few days of looking at this curly, fuzzy dog, it came to us in a jolt. We would make this bichon frise’ into a poodle! All vets are hairdressers in their hearts, and we set to shaving the fluff, and shaping balls of fur on her ankles, her head, her floofy tail. The result was splendid, to our uncritical eyes. Now, we needed to see if Pierre’s dad would think so too. We called him, saying we had found him a poodle. The old couple came rushing down to the hospital. Our tech brought the newly christened Fifi into the exam room. We heard exclamations of joy and “sacre bleu!” Our little “ poodle-shaped objet” had found a home.