4/6/22
I had scheduled a blood drive in the parking lot of Calvary Chapel Fernley, for which I was delivering one human sacrifice. Once she was done doing her life-saving duty on the Vitalant blood bus, I took her back to Dayton to grab her Jeep, then she took off.
About an hour later, the brave blood donor messaged me and suggested I bring my dogs to the river nearby, where she was hanging out to do her work-from-wherever she totes her laptop sorta’ job. She even tossed in an offer to buy a cup of Larry’s Coffee. How could I resist?
While walking dogs with my pal, sippin’ on Larry juice, she noticed something. My big [old] dog, Dexter was peeing blood. My mind immediately went to kidney failure. I called the vet’s office immediately, and scheduled an appointment for an hour later.
Dexter’s doc did a workup, and determined he had some really nasty stones in his bladder, and needed surgery. I was to bring him in the following morning.
Of course, I could look at the over $2k vet bill, and my poor old Dexter having to go through surgery, and trigger the “WHY ME?!” But instead, I see the blessing.
Since I drove my friend to Fernley for a blood drive, she met my dogs when I dropped her off at my house to grab her car. This prompted her to think about them later, and talk me into a trip to the river. It was there, she noticed the blood, which I probably wouldn’t have, since I just let the dogs out the back door to potty. Had the blood not ben noticed when it was, then Dexter would have likely silently suffered, and likely died before we knew something was wrong.
If I’m not mistaken, this is actual Karma in action… or maybe the Christian God(s) smiled down upon me for hosting a blood drive with their people. Either way, I feel extremely lucky.
