Day 41

Day 41
Almost impossible to find something to be grateful for today. After an epically awful day, on my way home I found myself contemplating how lucky I've been to (mainly) enjoy over 3 decades of being a vet; the job I set my sights on when I was 8 years old. I started thinking about patients over the years. A random selection of memories passed through my thoughts and I found gratitude there. 

Walk was a pretty grim trudge round Broughty Ferry. Another mile in the bag.

Photo is of a wee cat that sits on my bedroom bookcase. It was a gift from a client in 1993 (!!) as a thank you for treating her cat. The cat was called Ash and he had a badly infected neck. The wee cat ornament looked just like him, and apparently the number one was for me. I have lots of silly wee knick-knacks from over the years, all with memories and stories attached.