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09.29.2001 || 16h28 Visit to the vet I was standing at the counter in the animal hospital over on Victoria street, giving Tarot's particulars to the young allblack sitting across from me. It was hot and quiet in the office, and I was idly musing on the fact that all vets are the same this way, when a 10-year-old boy and his parents came running in. The father tossed a ' 'Sque l'docteur, y� l�, mam'selle? Y-�t en train d'mourir.' to the allblack, then ran straight to the back where the vet was giving a cat a checkup. The father had a white poodle cradled in his arms. The poodle wasn't moving, though i noticed its mouth caught in a shaggy little grimace. The girl came dashing out from behind the counter to interrupt the doctor, then came back and hastily scritched down the rest of Tarot's information, telling me to bring him in at 8.0 on Monday morning. Then she dashed off again to take over the doctor's routine checkup while he ran upstairs with the stone-still dog. I saw the little grimace again and looked to the boy to see it mirrored there. His face was red and scruntched-up and he was crying breathlessly, each sob coming out as a hiss. He opened his mouth wide and dove for his mother's arms, and I felt something shift somewhere. It was hard to hate poodles right then-- somebody's friend was dying. |
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