Won-Ton Reflects

I Go Back to the Vet

May 4th 2009 12:09 am
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A couple of days ago my mom and dad woke me up out of a lovely slumber to put me in my carrier and trundle me out to the car and take me on the long ride to the vet. I cried and cried as much as I could, but my mom and dad were unmoved. My mom held my carrier on her lap and talked to me and sang little songs and even pointed out interesting landmarks we were passing as my dad drove. I think she was trying to distract me, but it really didn't work. I did not want to go to the vet!

Finally we got there, where the vet poked and prodded me and made me lie down on my side to wiggle my hind legs with her hands. I did not like this very much at all. Then the vet put me in a picnic basket (or something that looked like a picnic basket) and took me back into the vet hospital to X-ray my hips and draw some blood. I did not like this very much either. I did not like being apart from my mom and dad. I did not like waiting around among the strange people and strange animals and strange noises and scents. I wanted to go back home.

Then, finally, I was reunited with my mom and dad, and we went home. Only I didn't cry all the way home like I did the last time. I was quiet this time. And when I got back home, I did a quick patrol to make sure everything was okay on my turf, then I sat on the couch with my mom for a while instead of hiding like I did the last time. It felt nice to have a cuddle with her. She seemed to understand how hard it is for me. But she also knows that I haven't been feeling quite myself lately, and the only thing she knows to do about that is to take me to the vet.

I wish I never have to go to the vet ever again, even if I'm not feeling quite myself.

 
 

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