The thing with feathers. Nope, not around here.

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.

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