I took a job as a receptionist for a pet doctor almost five decades ago. As an eager animal lover, I accepted the 1 on condition that I wouldn't have to assist with any wounded animals. I couldn't bear to see any creature in 2.
At the end of my first week, we were closing the office for the day when a young man ran up to us holding a severely 3 Doberman pinscher puppy in his arras and 4 us to save his life. The four-month-old puppy had been hit by a car. The doctor and I ran back into the 5 room. The doctor worked 6 for what seemed like hours stitching (缝合) him back together again. That was the 7 part. The puppy had broken many bones, including his backbone. Even if he 8the next few days, we were quite sure he would never walk again.
That day forever 9 my life. The doctor guided me, and I became his 10 in all things medical. One of my first jobs was to give that Doberman puppy daily physical treatment. I remember moving his 11 legs to try to keep his muscles from weakening. Weeks went by until one day, I felt this little 12 push back ever so slightly. And he continued to push back till he could finally use his legs.
Fast-forward about a year, I walked into the clinic's crowded waiting room and called the name of the next client. 13, a huge Doberman standing quietly with his owner on the opposite side of the room broke loose and rushed toward me. I found myself 14 against the wall with this huge dog 15 on his back legs, his front paws on my shoulders, 16 my face with countless and 17 kisses!
I still tear up in 18 at the display of love and 19 the dog had for me that day all those years ago. I went on to be a pet doctor for 14 years until retirement. In all the time that has passed and all the experiences I have had, I've 20 met a dog who didn't know it had been rescued in one way or another.
