I recently saw Emily Dickinson’s poem entitled “Hope.” The first line reads, “Hope is the thing with feathers,” and I thought, hmm, at Trupanion, not so much. Several of our employees have adopted shelter dogs (not surprising for people who choose to work for a company that provides pet insurance; what may be surprising is how wonderful the dogs are, and how touchingly they respond to kindness and a safe environment), so here Hope is the thing with fur and fangs. It’s also the thing with financial serenity. Our policy holders can enjoy their pets without fear of a large veterinary bill blowing their budgets.
This line of thought is admittedly wrung dry, but I laugh to think of the last two lines of the poem. “Yet, never, in extremity, It asked a crumb of me.” Again, not around here. If you have a crumb, you also have a line of dogs asking it of you. And later a dog owner asking why you gave his dog a crumb, because it was allergic to the crumb and now has to go to the veterinarian. Even with dog insurance, not happy. Stay tuned, and we’ll see what happens if the response is a line from another Dickinson poem: I had been hungry all the years.