His eyes were glassy with tears.
She's just died he whispered.
Oh, Oh I am so sorry I managed to say before feeling my throat restricting at his pain. I reached out and briefly touched the back of his sun tanned hand.
He turned gruffly away and stumbled back to the waiting room, only to get up again and say..
My friend, he is coming to collect us, the nurse...his voiced cracked....the nurse is..... wrapping up her body for me...his voice faded to a whisper.
All the time he could not raise his eyes as a lone tear quietly ran down his cheek.
He turned and sat back down in the waiting room.
20 minutes earlier a young man had dashed in, the blood drained from his face, and grabbed my arm
Excuse me, I have just run over a dog - I have it here with his owner!
I looked up to see an older man with a shocked and dazed look on his face. He was struggling to get out of the front seat of the car as he clutched a blood soaked towel to his chest. All I could see was the snout of a small dog poking upward, it's jaws agape as it was gasping for breath.
The vet was soon out and bustling the owner and the towel into the surgery and the young man stood pale and trembling.
The phone screamed an interuption and I was dragged away from this small but intense dama. When I returned the waiting room was empty.
There are good days.
There are bad days.
All days are busy.
All days have mini dramas, incredible highs and moments of tear jerking sadness.
Today was no different.