D E Larsen DVM
Ida was sitting in our waiting room, beside her daughter, waiting patiently with Kitty nestled in her lap.
Ida was my oldest client, a tiny, frail old lady with snow-white hair. She lived by herself, but her daughter Lila was close at hand. Lila was no spring chicken herself.
Ida had driven until a couple of years ago. She had expressed her disappointment to me when they took her driver’s license…