My first vet, George’s first vet, Jaffa’s first vet – went to meet our friends across the Rainbow Bridge.
When Mum first brought me there for my first visit, I feel immediately comfortable and Mr. Butt gained my trust.
He set me off on my first travels abroad – signing my passport.
When George came into our lives, the first thing Mum did was take him to see Mr. Butt to have him looked over.
Even Little Tyke had met Mr. Butt.
May’s comment: We knew Mr. Butt had been ill for awhile. I first learnt about it soon after the beginning of the year. We had the sporadic phone call and exchange of communication about meeting up – there are still a lot of things to do, he said from his hospice bed, about animal welfare. He wanted to meet up.
I had joined his “team” of campaigners for Pets on Eurostar a couple of years ago – and then Brexit happened and we had to sideline it. We were all too busy.
And I was busy last week. He’ll catch me this week, he said. Well, it was a week too late. 🙁
Broken hearted. We loved Mr. Butt.
We love the little mews house in Kynance Mews where the vet surgery had been caring for animals in the Kensington area for over 50 years.
When I had Darcy and knew nothing about owning a pet, Mr. Butt took me through the stages. We saw him often as Darcy before Darcy settled into her raw diet. And when George came along, he welcomed him. And when George had his bout of sick for three months running – he gave me a simple remedy – give him a few tablespoons of skin milk before bedtime to line his stomach. He wasn’t sick again whenever I did.
Our condolences to his family as all of us who knew him mourn his passing. R.I.P. Mr. Butt. I can imagine as you walked through the Pearly Gates and all those doggies and other animals rushing to greet you up there. Wagging tails and excited jumps. And you would just be stroking all of them one by one.