The gift of joy: Lessons from a puppy
Two winters ago, clients of mine found a man dressed in several layers of badly worn clothing wandering up and down the dog food aisles at a local pet store. He held a tiny, emaciated black puppy in his arms. He was muttering to himself that he couldn't afford dog food.
Turns out they were rescuing—and I was the one doing the adopting. Two days later, the puppy came to live with my family and me. After much discussion among family and friends, we decided to name her after a dear friend who had recently passed away.The perfect name
Joy. What an odd choice of name during what was such a sad time for many friends. But Joy has more than lived up to her name. When I first met Joy, I was so angry with the man who had almost let her starve to death. I couldn't see straight. Then one of my friends said, "He took her to where he knew she'd get help." That stopped me in my tracks.
Having probably very little for himself, the man who first owned Joy did everything he could for her. Maybe the reason he held on to her as long as he did was because he didn't want to give up his puppy. I feel as though I owe him an apology and a thanks even though I've never met him. So I'll write one here, and though he will almost certainly never see it, I hope it serves as a reminder to let my first reaction be one of compassion, not one of judgment, no matter who I'm dealing with: strangers, clients, co-workers, family, or friends.
Dr. Shawn Finch works at Shadow Lake Towne Center in Papillion, Neb. To discuss this article, go to http://dvm360.com/comment.