How I’d managed to drive from the library to the vet clinic was beyond me.
Anthony expressed concern about me driving home after the visit, but with Crumpet safely catheterized, in his cage and fast asleep, I was calm enough that I felt safe to make the quick trip.
Mikayla, my assistant at the library, had watched the floor until closing. She’d locked up and run the keys over to the vet clinic—for which I was incredibly grateful. Her concern for Crumpet was touching.
By then, I’d been able to give the good news that the blockage had been removed and he was expected to make a full recovery. I might’ve been near-tears while delivering that news.
She headed home after promising to see me the next day. She was great for emergencies, but not capable of handling the library on her own. I was
