Towser and the Doctor’s Visit
Good News Gazette Staff
Last Tuesday was not a happy day at Aunt Josie’s and uncle Hiram’s place. I got there at about two in the afternoon, and the two of them were out on the porch, standing over their old sheep dog, Towser. As I got closer I realized that Aunt Josie was weeping. Before I could say anything, Uncle Hiram looked up and said, “Towser’s gone.” I, of course, knew what that meant. Towser was almost fourteen years old, so it wasn’t surprising that he had passed.
“Hiram,” Josie said, “will you run Towser over to Doc Johnson’s just to make sure?”
Hiram knew it was a waste of money, but also knew Aunt Josie needed this for closure. Nodding his agreement, he headed for his truck and asked if I wanted to ride along. Not liking to see Aunt Josie cry, I immediately agreed and off we went.
Uncle Hiram explained the situation when we got there, so Doc Johnson did the neighborly thing and took Towser into the examination room and checked him over. When he finished, Hiram asked, “Is there anything else you can do, Doc? I want to be able to truthfully tell Josie that you did everything you could?”
Sharing a big smile, Doc went out and came back in with a large, white Angora cat. Standing to one side he passed the cat up and down over ol’ Toswer’s body. Everyone knows that Towser hated cats, and if that Angora didn’t get a reaction from him he must be dead! Hiram thanked Doc, and we took Towser home to put him to rest under the big oak out behind the barn.
Now you might think this was the end of the story, but it wasn’t. I was back over to Aunt Josie’s and Uncle Hiram’s yesterday, and instead of finding them mourning I found them fuming! Hiram was stomping up and down in the kitchen, using the closest words to cussin’ I had ever heard him utter. Finally calming him down, he told me what had happened.
It seems that the mail had just come, and in it was the bill from Doc Johnson. Hiram really blew his top when he opened it up and discovered that they had been charged $335.00 for the previous week’s visit. Far from being settled down, he grabbed his keys and announced that he was heading over to Doc Johnson’s to get the situation worked out. Fearing for Doc’s life, Aunt Josie implored me to ride along and keep Hiram reigned in.
Well, we got over there and the following conversation took place:
Hiram (thrusting the bill at
Doc): What is this!?!
Doc: My Bill?
Hiram: Well, why is it $335.00?
Doc: Now, Hiram, you know I always
charge $35.00 for an office visit.
Hiram: Well, yeah, but what is the $300.00
Doc: Why, that’s for the Cat Scan!
Aren’t you glad that when we get to Heaven God’s Good News will be we won’t encounter any unexpected “charges?” In fact, even if we do, it wouldn’t matter, for as the old song says, “Jesus Paid it All!” When we get there our slate will be wiped clean, all because we have been “Washed in the Blood!”