A Message from Lynn Johnston
Farley was the first dog I ever owned. As a puppy he was a boundless ball of black and white energy. As an adult, he was a personality, unique unto himself and truly, part of the family.
Owning a dog introduced us to the world of veterinarians, groomers and obedience school - all of which helped us to learn how to care for and understand what owning a pet entails (pun intended). Farley was a wonderful, unforgettable companion, who died but lived on for years in FBorFW.
Long after Farley left us, I had the opportunity to work with my husband's sister, a veterinarian in Manitoba. It was Beth who made me so aware of her role in the community. As an "animal doctor", she tended to family pets as well as large farm animals. Every patient was handled with professionalism and sincere consideration for both the animals and their owners. After all, when a member of the family is sick, it affects everyone!
Seeing a worried family greet their healthy pet after a night in the hospital was a rewarding sight. Calming someone who had lost a pet was as heart wrenching as any final passage.
Beth did her work for the love of it. When people couldn't pay, they brought us chickens or fresh pies. Never did a patient go untreated - even in the middle of the night, sick animals were treated and cared for. Calves were born, piglets too and abandoned kittens were nursed by hand until they were big enough for adoption. It was a hard job, and I was part of it for a season, carrying supplies, cutting sutures, holding flashlight and holding hands.
To be asked to help veterinarians to care for pets who, for lack of finances, might be left to suffer is an honour. By lending Farley's name and image to the Farley Foundation, I feel part of this venerable group, and once again, my very first dog, is remembered in a very special way.
With sincere appreciation to all the veterinarians who volunteer their time,