09/24/2026
NOMV
Another light is gone from this earth.
Please be kind. Be grateful. Show grace.
And please remember Not One More Vet.
There is a mental health crisis within veterinary medicine that we cannot keep ignoring.
There is already a shortage of veterinarians. The road through veterinary school is long, difficult, and expensive, and not everyone who begins that journey makes it through to become the veterinarian our communities desperately need.
And for those who do?
More pressure. More stress. More debt. Longer hours. More impossible decisions. More emotional exhaustion.
Then come the expectations.
Clients who sometimes expect superpowers. Miracles. Acts of God from human beings who went to school because they loved animals and wanted to help them.
Veterinarians are human beings just like us.
They lose patients. They carry cases home with them. They second-guess decisions. They have families, bills, grief, exhaustion, fear, and struggles we may know absolutely nothing about.
And this goes far beyond veterinary medicine.
Be kind to everyone you meet. You have no idea what they are carrying.
Technology has made it incredibly easy to participate in behavior we might never have the courage to participate in face-to-face.
A comment takes seconds to type. A text takes seconds to send. A screenshot can travel through an entire community before someone even knows people are talking about them. Social media and smart phones makes it easy to criticize, gossip, pile on, judge, or tear someone apart from behind a screen and then put the phone down and continue with our day.
But understand something:
There is a human being on the other side of that screen.
A human being is reading what you wrote.
A human being is seeing those comments.
A human being is finding out what was said about them.
A human being is carrying those words after everyone else has moved on to the next post.
Your words aren’t just words. They have weight.
They can lift someone up, or they can become one more thing someone already struggling has to carry.
You cannot unsay them.
You can delete the comment. Delete the post. Delete the text. Apologize. Explain what you meant. Wish you had chosen different words.
But you cannot make another person unread them or unhear them. You cannot always take away the weight those words left behind.
So instead of being another person adding to the comments, the texts, the whispers, the screenshots or the negativity, be the person who reaches out.
Send the message that says, “I’m thinking about you.”
Offer support.
Offer kindness.
Offer grace.
Offer prayer.
Offer encouragement.
Ask someone if they are okay… and care enough to listen to the answer.
Help someone get help. Sit beside someone who is struggling. Encourage someone who has lost their way. Help someone believe their life can still turn around for the better.
Don’t wait until it is too late to tell someone they mattered.
Life is hard enough.
Speak life.
And when you are tempted to be critical, ungrateful, hateful, or unnecessarily cruel, remember the innocent Man who died on a cross for every one of us.
Jesus showed grace to people who did not deserve it.
So can we.
Before you type it, say it, post it, share it, screenshot it, text it or repeat it, remember there is a human being on the other side of those words.
Maybe they are strong enough to brush them off.
Maybe today they aren’t.
We cannot know everything another person is carrying, and none of us can know exactly what brings someone to their breaking point. But we can be responsible for what we choose to add to their load.
So when you have the opportunity to add something to someone’s life, add kindness.
Add grace.
Add encouragement.
Add prayer.
Add hope.
Let your words be something that helps someone carry another day, not something they have to survive.
Please be kind.
Please show grace.
Please speak life.
And please don’t wait until it is too late.
: Not One More Vet. 🤍
