|If a foxhound bays forlornly in Wellesley, can it be heard in Springfield?|
In a way.
I didn't have the proper time today to say good-bye. [here, I sighed loudly, and Mom shrieked] I will be leaving VCA , my last day is June 30th. [egads! that's tomorrow--I will pout all day in protest] I will begin work in July at VCA Southwick (close to Springfield) as Medical Director. It is a very bitter:sweet move ... but I needed to push myself forward. [I do understand, but still...how can you leave me?]
It was a pleasure taking care of you for the last couple of years [of course] and I wish you a long healthy life. [ditto] I don't think I will ever meet a dog more stubborn .... that is not a negative .... [indeed, I take it as a great compliment] it just makes you YOU! [true, unique I am]
I will keep following your tails on your blog! [please do, though I must grieve for a while before I set to writing again]
[What an incredibly dear guy. I highly doubt I'll discover again the perfect combo of smart, professional, and fun vet. More crucially, who can I find who will consider my shenanigans humorous, perhaps even endearing? Given what I've tried to pull, anyone else would have run the other way when they saw me coming.]
So fare thee well, dear doc, all the best, and happy trails to you. Many thanks for your patience, professionalism and expertise. I will miss you greatly.