For a long while I thought i wanted to be a Vet. I had to be honest with myself about how I knew I would not be able to emotionally handle the fact that you can't save every animal. My thoughts were proven when my fiancé and I took about 9 month old green cheek conure to the vet last week for her check up, nail and beak trim. Our vet is an exotic/avian vet who has been in practice for 30 years. He has always been a very honest man about how animals should be cared for, in other words: he will tell you when you are messing up. This has caused some people in our community to not like him because they think he lacks a good "bedside manner". While he was checking our baby out we noticed his face was getting red and finally I asked if he was alright. "I lost a patient today, a Boa I have treated for many years. It's just hard sometimes. I'm sorry." We immediately told him not to be sorry and that we understood perfectly. Veterinarians and their staff are amazingly strong people. Like police officers, firemen, and doctors; I believe they are angels among us.

Nice pics, but lately there's been too much self-promotion on BP.