Kind of poignantly sad after coming to the end of 12 seasons of Dr. Oakley, Yukon Vet, on Disney yesterday. We’ve been through countless surgeries, the pulling of deadly porcupine quills from dogs who’ve met their match in the wildness of the far north. And watched as the good doctor’s daughters have grown up, joined the family practise, and then, gone on to forge their own careers elsewhere.

It’s been a fun and informative ride, though, I have to admit, sometimes a bit of a gruesome ride. And now, there’ll be an emptiness in my early evening watch schedule as I look for something else to fill the void. Probably not another vet series as, to be honest, I think I’ve somewhat overdosed on the horror stories of all the things that could wrong every time the good doctor worked on yet another cat/dog/pig/goat/horse/wolverine/lynx/buffalo/chicken/rabbit/cow/reindeer/musk oxen and any number of other critters that found their way to her door.

Thanks, Doc, and so long, it’s been a blast.