up on the hook on the back of the door. She looked
at her desk and let out a long sigh. It had been another long day at the
office. She was the only veterinarian in the small town of Smithsten,
California and that sometimes meant she’d face a little of everything. Dogs, cats,
horses, snakes, pigs, even lizards. You name it and it’s probably been brought
through the front doors of the office.
A few years back Sarah
took on a partner in the office, giving her a chance to cut back on her hours
to enjoy life a little more. Life hadn’t been easy for Sarah. Her parents were
killed in a car accident when she was fourteen, leaving her in the care of her
grandmother, who at that time was already a widow and had survived breast
cancer. The woman was a fighter, but she couldn’t fight the clock. She passed
away a year ago, suddenly leaving Sarah alone. The worst part of it - to Sarah
at least - was that her grandmother had quite a bit of money, and she left it
all to Sarah. Not that Sarah minded a nice inheritance, she just wished her grandmother
would have done more and lived a little more.
Yet Sarah was the same
way.
She did the same thing
every morning, afternoon, and night. On the weekends, she took a forty-five
minute drive west toward the beach, but usually for an animal function, to help
with shelters, to check animals that had been found, to try to educate people
on animal care and convince them to adopt a pet rather than buy from a breeder.
Standing in her office,
the pictures on her desk could easily fool someone into believing that Sarah
was married with a family. In reality the pictures were of her grandmother, her
first dog, Annie, and the dog she had now, Molly. Molly was a golden retriever,
a loyal dog with beautiful blonde hair and a smile always on her face. Sarah
grabbed the picture of Molly and turned it around to stare at it. It was a
picture of Sarah and Molly at the beach. Molly with her mouth open, tongue
hanging out, her head back a little as the ocean breeze made her seem to smile
larger. Sarah was in a bikini, wearing sunglasses, and a smile on her face. The
picture had been taken by her ex boyfriend, John. They had been together for
six months, a record relationship for Sarah, but it never worked out. No matter
what they did they were together, but they were never really together. They
were more like friends who kept each other company when needed. When John
finally sat down with Sarah and explained he had met someone at the gym, she wasn’t
in complete shock. She actually blamed herself for never allowing herself to
open up to anyone. At that time though she had been working close to eighty
hours a week at the office and once she and John broke up, Sarah knew she
needed to make some changes. That’s when she brought in a partner - Dr. Linda
Bearstrong - who split the hours with her. The practice continued to grow and
succeed and Sarah had time off.
Yet, she still never
dated.
All her free time she
spent either with Molly or helping with other animals that needed it. She tried
to paint herself as a wholesome woman who wanted to give, but in reality, she
was just simply afraid of another relationship.
Sarah put the picture of her
and Molly back on her desk. She sat down and forged through some paperwork
before finally calling it a day. Linda had showed up around four and would work
until eight when the office closed. Leaving work when there were still animals
sitting in the waiting room used to make Sarah feel guilty, but she learned to
understand that she needed time away from work. Not to mention she needed to get
home to Molly.
When she arrived home,
Sarah opened the door and Molly came to greet her as though they hadn’t seen
each other in years. The golden retriever was on two legs, front paws in
Sarah’s hands, her thick tail wagging hard left to right. Her mouth was open
and she started to let out whimpers. Whimpers that always brought a smile to
Sarah’s face.
“Did someone miss