For all the difficult, unappreciative clients out there, occasionally, a few gems come through.
Let me tell you a bit about Mr. G and his cocker Crackers III. I've known Mr. G, better known as "Red", for 16 years now. I'm now grooming his 3rd Cocker. Now Red is definitely getting up in years and his health is declining. This spring he did what was in the best interest of his Triton Cockatoo, Cherokee, and placed her in a new home (found a new home with the help of our Avian Vet). He misses her but he knew he was having trouble caring for her and did what was right. So now it's just Red and Crackers. Crackers is his world. But she's my buddy too. She doesn't like too many people, but for me, she's a doll. Sadly, she's morbidly obese, but that's another story. Last month, Red calls me in a panic about Cracker's appt because he can't drive. He doesn't want to cancel her appt, but he didn't know what to do. I said no problem, it's a light day, I'll come up on my lunch break and pick her up. So I did, I groomed her, took her back at the end of the day, and visited for a while. He gave me a tour of his small but cozy house and showed me tons of pictures. I made sure he had my phones numbers and told him to make sure he called me if he needed anything--he's kinda the grandfather I don't have. :-)
So, yesterday was Cracker's next appt. I called on Wednesday to see if he was able to drive or did he need me to pick up Crackers again. He thanked me profusely, could I please pick her up. Not a problem, Red. So I took Crackers back and again visited for quite a while. Before I left, he went over to his bed--he lives on the first floor of his house--and reached up to the wall and took down a huge painting he had had done years ago of Cherokee and handed it to me. He insisted I take this picture as I loved Cherokee so much and have been so good to him. <sniffle>
What a dear, sweet man. I dread the day that he passes on. Crackers will come to live at the vet hospital when that day comes if she outlives him so I will get to see her and help care for her and groom her. Some may say it's just a picture, but this came from the bottom of his heart. He gave me a big hug as I left. I will treasure this picture as long as I live.
I just had to share the highlight of my week.
Linda
Let me tell you a bit about Mr. G and his cocker Crackers III. I've known Mr. G, better known as "Red", for 16 years now. I'm now grooming his 3rd Cocker. Now Red is definitely getting up in years and his health is declining. This spring he did what was in the best interest of his Triton Cockatoo, Cherokee, and placed her in a new home (found a new home with the help of our Avian Vet). He misses her but he knew he was having trouble caring for her and did what was right. So now it's just Red and Crackers. Crackers is his world. But she's my buddy too. She doesn't like too many people, but for me, she's a doll. Sadly, she's morbidly obese, but that's another story. Last month, Red calls me in a panic about Cracker's appt because he can't drive. He doesn't want to cancel her appt, but he didn't know what to do. I said no problem, it's a light day, I'll come up on my lunch break and pick her up. So I did, I groomed her, took her back at the end of the day, and visited for a while. He gave me a tour of his small but cozy house and showed me tons of pictures. I made sure he had my phones numbers and told him to make sure he called me if he needed anything--he's kinda the grandfather I don't have. :-)
So, yesterday was Cracker's next appt. I called on Wednesday to see if he was able to drive or did he need me to pick up Crackers again. He thanked me profusely, could I please pick her up. Not a problem, Red. So I took Crackers back and again visited for quite a while. Before I left, he went over to his bed--he lives on the first floor of his house--and reached up to the wall and took down a huge painting he had had done years ago of Cherokee and handed it to me. He insisted I take this picture as I loved Cherokee so much and have been so good to him. <sniffle>
What a dear, sweet man. I dread the day that he passes on. Crackers will come to live at the vet hospital when that day comes if she outlives him so I will get to see her and help care for her and groom her. Some may say it's just a picture, but this came from the bottom of his heart. He gave me a big hug as I left. I will treasure this picture as long as I live.
I just had to share the highlight of my week.
Linda
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