This past weekend I went to some of my familiar writing spots where I normally find my inspiration. I sat, thought and pondered and still my ballpoint pen didn’t move. I even picked up a pencil, started writing long hand but still something didn’t feel right.
As soon as I went downstairs to my kitchen and opened my refrigerator door, I knew in my heart what spoke to me. It wasn’t the fresh mozzarella that I had just picked up from the deli, but that little ball did serve as the catalyst for me to “do something” instead of “just writing.”
I immediately thought of all the Vets and staff at Oradell Animal Hospital. Their work every day is not only filled with joy when they are examining our puppy or kitten for the first time, but they stand by our side with grit and compassion when our animals are too sick and need their help to say goodbye.
The critical care unit was determined in 2019 to find out what was wrong with Barney. Their tenacity to keep going, updating me and allowing me special time with my boy will forever be tattooed on my heart.
I wanted in some small way to say “thank you” to all of these special individuals. Fresh organic salads and baked goods were sent to them this past Monday, as a surprise, to honor the amazing work they do seven days a week, 365 days a year.
So this week, I did “do something”. If Barney was looking down from heaven, he would have noticed that some of the salads had grilled Mr. “Chicky” in them. I secretly hope that made him smile.
