Today at the dog park my pup was injured. He was slammed against a cement cylinder whilst running full-speed chasing one of his girlfriends. I rushed him to the vet, who determined he either got a bad sprain or a slight tear in the dog equivalent of the ACL.
I’m ridiculously relieved that my pup didn’t fracture his hip or knee, and as he lays here next to me I’m grateful to have the resources and the heart to rush to him the vet for help.
With the stress and cost of the veterinary medicine I’m taught what a serious responsibility it is caring for another life. This lesson is a harsh reality check but it’s made me more realistic and responsible in regards to serious matters of health and well being of others. Without the experiences of caring for the many dogs, cats, rats, and sugar gliders that I’ve fostered at different times, I would not be nearly as conscientious of the emotional, physical, and financial commitments of being a caregiver.
I am a very maternal young woman. I gain a unique satisfaction and love for the world when caring for animals or even people. I believe many women get similar maternal urges when they get to their early or mid-twenties, and several women choose to get pregnant and start a family as a result. I know a handful of women who have done just this, and that’s awesome for them.
Through the many experiences of taking animals to the vet, paying vet bills, dealing with dog-sitting, dealing with troublesome animals, worrying, feeding, loving all these creatures, I’ve learned the serious nature of being wholly responsible for another life.
For this reason, I’m waiting until I have money, education, and time to make human babies. I want to have a child or two, but I understand how much of a commitment it can be. If my kid has an attitude problem I can’t take him back to the pound. If they get sick it’s horribly worrying and expensive, and we can’t just euthanize the poor bastards like many pet owners chose to do today.
I think it’s great that many women have found security enough to start a family, but I am not ready.
My heart pounded and I had to swallow tears because my pup injured his leg, and the vet put me out almost two hundred dollars. If I didn’t have the money, or if I didn’t have a car or nerves, I would have been totally screwed.
It’s hard for me to imagine having a little darling baby, so fragile and precious, who may need health care right off the bat. Not too mention clothes, diapers, education, food, housing…
Babies are no picnic!
I’m thankful to understand the seriousness of caring for another life and to have had so many wonderful animals to teach me this lesson.
I’m happy taking care of my doggie and taking him to the vet, and as a result I’m waiting quite a while to have a child.
Bernard, my love