It's never too late

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It's never too late, but then again you never say never. No this isn't a cheesy hip hop song.

There are a lot of instances of being too late. Like giving someone a birthday card on the date of their funeral. More like an Unbirthday card... or Deathday card.

Instance # 2

Stale poop.
Yep shit does get old, and you all know this!
A woman came in for her puppy exam. She had scheduled it three weeks back.
"I'm so glad I remembered to bring his vaccine record! I even brought in the poo poo sample you asked me for. Remember? I came in a month ago and you had asked me to bring it. Oh such a smelly job! Here it is! I double bagged it!"
I reluctantly took it and brought it to the back.
Then came the part of opening the bag to process it to submit to the lab.
Normally I hem and haw. Do I cut the bag open? Do I just untie it?
I untied it. Then untied another bag, then another, then I shit you not another. Finally I'm staring at a very very old stale turd. The thing looked older than Bob Barker.
It stared with hollowed eyes at me and I stared back.
I barely poked it with a stick and it crumbled into poop dust.
I went back to the room and asked when she had gathered the sample.
Yep you guessed it, after her appointment a month ago, she had went home and got the poop sample.
She was apparently very shocked that it still wasn't good.


Instance #3
One in the freezer and one dying

A woman had brought a very hairy looking critter in. Apparently it was a hamster??
The thing was ancient old, like 5. No hamster lives till five.
She said he had stopped eating and wasn't moving around as much.
She brought the thing in and placed the carrier on the table.
"Let's just get a weight."
I put the scale on the table and she placed it ever to carefully on it.
She told me it hadn't been doing well for few days. More like a week.
I went to pick the thing up them realized it as most certainly dead.
I looked at the owner, stricken with concern, then back at it, then back at the owner.
"It's dead." I replied.
"Did he just die?"
No. He died a few days ago or maybe longer.
She nodded and asked about cremation services. She was very interested in getting little Hammy's ashes back.
I told her the price. 
She asked if she could cremate two hamsters for the same price.
Sure, but I looked at the carrier and saw only one.
Then she explained to me that her other hamster had died months back and she had him in the freezer under the frost bitten peas.
I slowly nodded. The picture of a hamster clinging to a bag of peas distracted me.
She did end up bringing the other one in and they were both cremated together. Not the peas though. I heard she made a nice split pea soup with those peas... (ICK)