I don’t usually measure my life by how many years a TV show has been on, but the series finale of ER gave me pause for reflection. I did not miss a single episode in its 15 year run (thanks to VCR’s, then DVR’s), and last night’s final episode, and especially the hour long recap that ran before it, made it impossible not to think back over the last 15 years. While George Clooney, Juliana Margulies, Anthony Edwards, Noah Wylie and company fought their weekly battles in the ER, I got divorced, lost my mother, left my corporate job, ran a veterinary hospital, lost my father, and started my own business. These past 15 years were a period of tremendous personal growth for me, leading to this moment in time and a life filled with passion, joy and the promise of more wonderful things to come.
And I also reflected back on the cats that were curled up in my lap watching 15 years of ER episodes with me: Feebee, my soulmate cat who was responsible for leading me to a career in veterinary medicine, and who passed on in 2000. And Buckley, who was only with me for three years and who left much too soon this past November. Her story and the lessons she taught me are the subject of my upcoming book.
And of course Amber, who was watching last night’s episode with me.