This weekend I learned that my veterinarian had committed suicide on Christmas Eve.
I was greatly saddened by this. She was a very nice lady and treated my dogs better than any other vet. But I didn’t really know her that well.
I knew she kept Daschunds as pets because she always talked about them while treating my Daschund. She was always gentle with both of my dogs. I always made sure my dogs got to see her.
Now I need to find a new vet. But that’s not why I’m sad. I’m sad because the world has lost another good person. And I wish I’d been able to help her.
But I didn’t know. And I wonder how often it happens that way.