I decided to accompany Murphy our adorable dog and my sister to the vet the other day. Going to the vet is one thing I hate to do just like I hated going to the hospital.
I hated going there because I didn’t have the balls to witness the pain these poor animals go through but for some reason, I decided to take a leap of faith to go to the vet with Murphy and my sister or so I thought.
I thought I was ready to witness all the pain and whimpering that goes on there but it turned out my heart is just too soft and I am not there yet, sadly and I don’t know when I’d get there.
You know when you go to the hospital and you see sick people groaning in pain and your heart goes all out to them and you wish you could take all their pains away? It’s the same thing as going to the vet and getting to see different animals groan in pain and the only difference is that these helpless animals cannot tell the vets where it hurts them the most which is heartbreaking and a sight I hate to witness.
Imagine living with your dog but not being able to figure out where is hurting him.
Going to see the vet with Murphy and seeing how this vets work tirelessly made me respect this set of humans even more.
Imagine dedicating your whole life to treating different types of animals that come into your clinic but are not able to speak or describe their symptoms to you. This profession is honorable and these people deserve more credit than we give them.
Watching Murphy's face I could see fear written all over it as the sound of other dogs barking and wounded animals crying for help could be heard and this made Murphy so anxious and uneasy. Can you blame the poor thing for being scared to death?
The unfamiliar surroundings and noise did not sit well with him hence him acting like a scaredy-cat.
The vet like an angel she was, walked in and saved the day and you could tell that she really loves her job as she had everything under control.
Using some treats and cooing technique, she was able to calm Murphy who felt a bit relaxed in the arms of this stranger.
Immediately the vet started the cross-examination, I could hear Murphy whimper, and I walked away because I wasn’t strong enough to watch and listen to my darling Murphy.
According to my sister who was bold enough to be with Murphy from the beginning to the end of his appointment testified that Murphy was able to hold it together despite being in pain and I found this charming and of course that earned him some extra treats.
Am I the only one who is scared of vet appointments? Or how can I be able to stay through the appointment without freaking out?
I’d love to know what you all think in the comment section😃
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