Rabbit's blog

What’s in the pet’s mind?

During my coffee break I leafed trough the Veterinary Magazines and noticed something interesting. There was an article about a survey done by the Direct Line Pet Insurance. According to the findings of the survey, British businesses are loosing £8.ma a year as staff "pull sickies" to get over the death of their pets. In other words, the bereaved pet owners have difficulties in concentrating in their works as they are too upset. I can truly understand that. When our family pet, a ferret, died accidentally, my whole family was grief stricken. He was a real character and a member of our family. I did go to work, but admittedly my concentration wasn't 100% and I took every possible opportunity to send text messages to various family members for support. I don't think it matters if the pet is big or small- people can get very attached to any sorts of animals. I meet constantly with pet owners calling themselves as pets' parents, like "mom of Tilly" (the rabbit).

Today's workday started with a twist when I felt something hitting the back of my head just before entering to the Veterinary clinic. I peeled off my hood (luckily I was wearing one) and noticed a huge dollop of Seagulls droppings. The perpetrator flew past and I am pretty sure that he was envy of all of his mates with his bull's eye.

When I arrived to the Vet's this morning I was greeted with cacophony of miaowing, barking and a strange, howling sound. In the back room, where the clients' cages were, I noticed three pairs of eyes staring at me; dog's, cat's and bird's. I didn't recognize the large bird with a long beak, but I soon discovered that the hollow howling noise emerged from it (wasn't sure of the gender either). I opened the cat's cage first and she (fluffy Persian) jumped straight into my arms, clinging on to me like a monkey, sharp nails digging into my skin trough my jumper. It took me a while to separate myself from the cat, and by the time I placed cat to a clean cage, my face was licked clean from the morning moisturizer. Next I took the dog (small, interesting mix breed of "God knows what") out and started cleaning his cage. Luckily he made no attempts to escape and co-operated well, so that was a tad easier task. I left the most challenging cage for last. Icing on the cake, so to speak.

I have been trying to update my blogs every Mondays but yesterday I was so exhausted when I came from work that I just collapsed to bed with half eaten sandwich in my mouth. I started my working day as usual, by clearing the clients' cages and giving them fresh food and water as appropriate. This involves series of physical activities and often I have to crawl to the cages myself to catch resistant client for the morning make over. After I had all cages nice and clean and the clients fed, the phone started to ring. And it kept on ringing all day. I had people coming to the reception for the medication orders and my skills were tested to the limit when I was trying to count 120 tiny Furosemide pills whilst giving advices on the phone and trying to show with my gestures for the other people awaiting to be served, that I will be with them "in a mo".