This is Chilly, my friend Maryna's black labrador.

Chilly eats anything and everything. A few days ago, he must have eaten something that made him very ill. This evening, he had to be operated on because his x-rays revealed something which seemed to be a golf (?) ball inside his stomach.

It's a good thing my friend had taken Pet Insurance for Chilly, because, as anywhere in the world, Pet Care is very expensive. Incidents like this cost about £2,500. Imagine that! Because this was so unexpected, not having Chilly's insurance would have meant they'd have to put him down. That would have been the saddest thing.

Right now, I don't know how his operation went. I can only pray for him. Chilly is so much a part of my friend's family, that I like to refer to him as her youngest. He will be celebrating his 1st birthday soon, and I hope I'll finally be able to meet him at last.

I've been thinking about this all evening...had I pursued my dream of becoming a Veterinarian, how would my life have been? where would I be right now? Would my love for animals be my biggest strength, or my biggest weakness? I guess I'll never know.


*update*

Chilly is fine. It was a paper cup (the waxed ones used to hold buttered corn) they found inside his tummy, and not a golf ball. He's recovering happily at home.