“Oh, you’re a vet?!” Two things are happening in the head of the person you’ve just met: No. 1. They’re thinking of a question to ask you. About their horse, their granny’s cat, or their friend’s aunty’s designer Cockadoodlepoopywhip. No. 2. They’ve just labelled you. With that label comes a list of expectations that they... Continue Reading →
Unhelpful belief #2: “If you can’t afford to care for an animal then you shouldn’t own one.”
You, young doctor or nurse, living in your privileged society of excess, with your years of study and work in an industry that exists largely to minimise animal suffering, have certain expectations of what ‘taking care of an animal’ looks like. This is not a standard achievable by many. Suffering and death will come... Continue Reading →
Defining the Small Stuff
I was sixteen or seventeen. It was late on a Saturday night, and I was lazily flicking through channels like only a teenager can when I stumbled upon an interesting looking movie. I never did catch the title and I’ve long forgotten the plot, but it featured a young boy of about 13 years... Continue Reading →