Take It To Cerbie’s Mom


Gertrude Abercrombie

I love to watch a couple of animal rescue shows on FB – one is called ” Bondi Vet ” and the other is ” The Vet On The Hill

If you ask me those two shows and  “The Dodo ” are the best things on Facebook.

I’m hooked and I check for new episodes every morning on my train ride to work in the morning.

But I have this thing. I have learned that if I see the crying face emoji above the comment section to skip the episode because the animal probably died so to coin a phrase, when I see the crying emoji  I ‘scroll on ‘.

This is one situation where I refuse to be encumbered by reality- for that little bit of time every single animal I see lives.

It’s not like I can’t face losing a pet.

One of my dogs suffered from a bad heart and I cared for her delicate condition round the clock for the last three years of her life  and my other dog Cerbie  had a condition where her stomach twisted and I had to let her go and a few years before that I had my cat Wolfgang who died in my arms at the age of 18.

With my Cerbie – We didn’t say good-bye.  I told her I  love her. Those were the last words she heard- September 17, 2012 Lynnwood, WA

For some odd reason, whenever an animal- a pigeon, a wild rabbit even crows are injured behind my warehouse ( some are hit by cars, or they get hurt getting away from the trains or they get hurt by people because some people are cruel to animals and I hope they choke on their own tongues one day  )  people box them up and bring them to me.

Not to bury, but to do something for them. And as an FYI they know I was a Mortician so there is that. I mean. I can’t wrap my head around that. But on with the story-

First off, the animal I see are considered pests so Wildlife rescues are no help and secondly all of them are at death’s door. They’re just waiting for the door to swing open so they can move on.

So what do I do?

I keep them somewhere warm and safe until it’s their time to go.

Once I thought this pigeon was going to make it. I took care of him for three days. But one morning I came in and he was gone.

I am no Bondi Vet. I’m a warehouse worker who used to be a mortician. All of the animals that people bring to me to take care of ( I’d say there are five or six a year ) are going to die.


I like to watch those shows because the animals live- it’s as simple as that and when I have to face reality of hurt animals who are not longed for this world I will. But as far as I’m concerned, there is no rush. I’ll pay attention when I have to- and not a second sooner.

Cerberus- my little girl- Photo A.M. Moscoso