Today was all about Toby. He was past due for his six-month senior wellness exam, so off we went to the vet and to spend the morning together. The assistant that took us back is new to the practice and I'd not met her before. Looking at Toby and his portly figure, she felt the need to lecture me on his diet and nails that were a little longer than they should be. I told her that Toby was 'full figured' when he came to us, and I thought that he looked so much better. I even pointed out that he was almost 4 pounds lighter than he was when he was last seen. I also remarked on how much stamina he has, and that he even manages to run a little now. I don't think she really heard what I said because the scolding continued. Toby and I politely sat there, pretending to listen, but daydreaming of what we would do afterwards.
Because of scheduling conflicts, this was the first time that my usual vet was meeting Toby. She has taken such wonderful care of all of our dogs, and also Toby's companion, Bubba, so she was anxious to meet him. We talked very briefly about his weight and moved on, discussing how he was adjusting to life without Bubba. She knew I had been worried about him when Bubba first passed away. I think how Bubba felt was mirrored in how Toby felt and acted too. But he has started to blossom in the last month doing things I've not seen him do before. He really seems happy and relaxed. We left the office feeling the same way.
