Man, what a day! I’m tellin’ ya, being a vet in Mosjøen is like a rollercoaster ride, but today? Today was a freakin’ wild one.
So, I roll into the clinic on Storgata, right? It’s a chilly morning, and I’m already dreading the chaos. I mean, who knew a small town could be so packed with drama? First thing, I get a call about a dog named Max. Poor dude ate a whole sock. Like, seriously? Who lets their dog do that?
I rush over to the clinic, and there’s Max, looking all guilty and stuff. I’m like, “Dude, what were you thinkin’?” But honestly, I can’t be mad. He’s just a big ol’ fluffball. I get him sorted, and while I’m at it, I hear a commotion outside.
Turns out, it’s a cat fight. Not the cute kind, either. I peek out the window on Sjøgata, and there’s this tabby and a calico going at it. I’m like, “Really? In the middle of the street?” I grab my jacket and head out.
I’m tryin’ to break it up, and of course, I trip over my own feet. Classic me, right? I’m flailing, and the cats just stare at me like I’m the biggest idiot. Finally, I manage to separate them, and they both just saunter off like they own the place. I’m left there, feeling like a total dork.
After that, I get back to work, and it’s non-stop. A rabbit with a broken leg, a parakeet with a cold, and then a frantic lady rushes in with her hamster. I’m like, “What’s wrong with Mr. Nibbles?” Turns out, he just needed a nail trim. I mean, come on!
But then, the best part of the day hits me. This little girl comes in with her puppy, and she’s just glowing. She’s so excited, and I can’t help but smile. The puppy is bouncing around, and I’m like, “This is why I do this.” It’s those moments that make the craziness worth it.
But then, bam! The phone rings. It’s the local animal shelter. They’ve got a stray cat that’s been hit by a car. My heart sinks. I rush over to the shelter on Håreksgate, and when I get there, it’s chaos. The poor cat is in rough shape. I’m tryin’ to keep it together, but man, it’s tough.
I work on the cat for what feels like forever. I’m sweating, cursing under my breath, and praying it pulls through. Finally, after what seems like an eternity, I stabilize it. I’m exhausted, but I feel this rush of relief.
As I’m leaving, I bump into an old friend at the café on Torget. We grab a coffee, and I’m spillin’ all the crazy stories from the day. He’s laughin’ at my cat fight saga, and I’m just glad to unwind.
But then, I get a text. It’s from the shelter. The cat didn’t make it. My heart drops. I’m back to feeling heavy. It’s a tough gig, man.
I head home, and I can’t shake the day off. Mosjøen is beautiful, with the Vefsna River flowing by and the mountains in the background, but today? It felt heavy. I sit on my porch, looking at the sunset, and I think about all the animals I’ve helped.
Tomorrow’s another day, right? I’ll be back at it, ready for whatever Mosjøen throws my way. But for now, I just need to breathe. What a freakin’ day.