Man, what a day! I swear, being a vet in Verneuil-sur-Avre is like riding a rollercoaster with no seatbelt. So, I roll into the clinic on Rue de la République, coffee in hand, ready to tackle whatever comes my way. Little did I know, today was gonna be a wild ride.
First off, I get a call from this frantic lady. Her cat, Mr. Whiskers, decided to play hide-and-seek in the attic. Spoiler alert: he lost. She’s screaming about how he’s stuck and can’t get down. I’m like, “Lady, it’s a cat. They always land on their feet.” But I rush over anyway, because, you know, vet duty.
When I get there, I see her standing outside her house on Rue des Écoles, looking like she’s about to faint. I climb up the ladder, and there’s Mr. Whiskers, just chilling like he’s on a vacation. I swear, that cat looked at me like, “What’s the fuss?” I’m up there, trying not to laugh, and I finally grab him. He’s all purring and stuff, like he didn’t just give his owner a heart attack.
Next, I head back to the clinic, and guess what? A dog named Rex comes in. This dude is HUGE. Like, I’m talking Great Dane size. He’s got a limp, and I’m thinking, “Oh boy, what now?” Turns out, he just stepped on a twig. A TWIG! I mean, come on, Rex! You’re a giant! But hey, at least it wasn’t something serious. I give him a treat, and he’s all wagging his tail like he just won the lottery.
Then, outta nowhere, I get a call about a parrot. Yes, a parrot! This lady on Rue de la Liberté says her bird, Polly, won’t stop squawking. I get there, and this parrot is just going off. I mean, it’s like a mini rock concert in her living room. Turns out, she just wanted some attention. I’m like, “Polly, you’re not a dog. Chill out!” But the lady is laughing, and I can’t help but join in.
By now, I’m feeling pretty good. I’m thinking, “Hey, maybe today’s not so bad.” But then, I get a call about a rabbit. A RABBIT! This little guy is named Fluffy, and he’s got a serious case of the munchies. The owner says he’s eaten half the garden on Rue de la Gare. I get there, and sure enough, Fluffy is just sitting there, looking guilty as hell. I can’t even be mad. I mean, who wouldn’t want to munch on some fresh veggies?
But then, the day takes a turn. I get a call about a dog that got hit by a car. My heart sinks. I rush over to the vet clinic, and it’s chaos. The poor pup is in bad shape. I’m trying to keep it together, but inside, I’m freaking out. I hate seeing animals in pain. We work on him for what feels like forever. Finally, he stabilizes, and I breathe a sigh of relief.
After that, I need a break. I step outside, and the sun is setting over Verneuil-sur-Avre. The sky is all pink and orange, and for a moment, everything feels right. I think about how lucky I am to do what I love, even on days like this.
But then, I hear a loud crash. I turn around, and it’s a kid on a bike, totally wiped out on Rue de la République. I rush over, and he’s fine, just a little scraped up. I can’t help but chuckle. “Dude, you okay?” He looks at me, all wide-eyed, and says, “I’m fine, but my bike’s not!”
I head home, exhausted but happy. Verneuil-sur-Avre is a crazy place, but it’s my crazy place. I wouldn’t trade it for anything. Just another day in the life of a vet, right?