i got a shorts story for you. yeah i know, i dont know the meaning of the word short, but i'll try it out on this one. some of you know i had a lab roommate before bernie happened along. his name was scooby. scooby was a very big part of my life. he was there through some of lifes worst with me. through thick and thin ya know? scooby had developed cancer, which is one of my best stories ever.(oh come on, somebody ask me to tell it. cause it will put ya back in your chair big time. a real eye opener. a story that will make you think) any ways, scooby's vet is a young guy, say about 30 yrs old at this time. he helped me take care of scooby to the very end. money was pretty tight and scooby had needed extras at the clinic. so they gave scooby things for free of charge, and on many occations. mostly costly lab work.well, that trip came, the trip of which its memory lasts a life time. i had to take ole scooby to the vet to be pronounced dead and arrangements made. david, scoobys doc, and now bernies, took me inside and we looked at boxes to put scooby in after he was turned to ash. we found a very nice one. i forgot the wood type but its very beautiful indeed. lol, lets just say ole scooby is setting here beside me still to this day. well it was a few days, maybe a week, and the vet tech called. she told me that scooby was ready for pic-up. i told her ok, and that i would be in in a few days. well, a few days had passed and i just couldnt bring myself to go get him.
then a week passed and she called again. i told her that i just couldnt bring myself to come in yet. she understood. well within a few days i mustered up the nerve and went to go get my old friend. i walked in and everybody knew why i was there. i even took bernie beagle with me. she put scooby on the counter and said, there you go rick. and there was a card too. so i opened up my wallet and forked over the $600 plus. she looked at me and told me it was free of charge. i told her i hadnt paid for it yet. she said she was aware of that and it had been taken care of. i told her that it was ok, that the reason i hadnt came in was not because of the expence, but because it was just to tough. she said she knew that, and it was still no charge. i felt like crap ya know? i didnt want folks thinking i was a charity case by any means. she said sometimes rick, ya just gotta smile and say thank you. she then told me david had paid the bill.(scoobys doctor) i was blown away. lost for words, but confused as to why. david came around the corner with the smile on his face that he seemed to always carry with him.i said david, you dont have to do this, $$ has gotten better lately. i work on commission for the record. he shock my hand and said "rick, you lost a friend and loved one, but me, i lost a patient." dear lord, i about lost it right there. now remember, im a big "manly man", and we dont do that ok.as far back as i can remember, thats the single most greatest thing anyone has ever done for me. well, maybe not the greatest by worldy standards, but its ment the most to me. david poured everything into scoobys treatment, but never ever suggested me putting scooby down. it wasnt an option for me or scooby. some find that cruel, but not really. see, scooby was gods dog, but under my care until he had scooby's perfect home prepaired. i knew the lord would send for him when scoobys new home was ready, and he did.i guess this story wasnt about scooby as i intended it to be. it was about a vet named david, and how much i think he liked scooby too. i know this is a beagle forum, and im sorry this story went stray. i guess maybe i owe it to david, and to you people, to remind you, that vets are our heros, and deserve our gratitude, and that we should maybe take the time to say thank you to them. do it between visits, not while your there. it would mean something to them i bet.think of how you would feel if your boss or customer called you out of the blue, or stopped by to just say thank you. it would feel pretty good wouldnt it.