Peaches was a 9-year-old Pomeranian, full of love and life. 

Some time ago, she was brought to my friends at Bonnie Brae vet clinic. Peaches was having trouble breathing and was put on oxygen while many tests and X-rays were administered. 

Peaches was very much loved and wanted by her owners, who were struggling as the bills mounted. When I was called, I promised to assist, and the owners said they’d pay me back when they could.

Each time Peaches was taken off oxygen, she would literally turn blue, gasping for air. Her problems were a mystery, and nothing seemed to be helping. 

Peaches was miserable and uncomfortable, with quality of life next to zero. She was lovingly put to sleep, and I handled the bill as promised. 

Though it was sad, I told Peaches’ story in lieu of my tale last week. This is what you do for a family member, a loved one, these people were not clueless.

Piper is a 2-and-a-half-year-old brindle Boxer. She is in excellent shape, and she’s happy and well cared for. 

Piper developed a growth just above her right eyelid that was causing her a great deal of discomfort. I was well aware of the sacrifices her owner had made for her care. I had her brought to Landrum vet, where the tumor was successfully removed.

After a few weeks of keeping Piper calm and up on her meds, my wife Elaine and I went to visit.  Piper was all over us, smothering us with big Boxer kisses.

When Piper was brought outside she began to dart around like a bat out of hell. 

“She’s beautiful, and she’s fit as a fiddle,” I told her owner.

“I don’t know how to thank you,” Piper’s momma exclaimed. 

“No need,” I said. “Piper already thanked me perfectly.”

Later back at home, Charma, my 6-year-old Boxer, began to sniff me all over, then looked up at me with a questioning look in her eyes. I knelt down on one knee and hugged her close to me,

“Don’t worry sweetheart, I don’t have any intention of trading you in for a younger model.” 

Charma emitted a soft “mmff, mmff” of contentment, and all was well in my household.

My funds are getting a bit low, and I may need to start my end of the year push a little early.

Helping my kids is a good way to divert taxes. Better still; it’s darn good for the heart.

Thanks for listening.