Mom was rather nonchalant this morning, which means she’s up to something. I was keeping an eye open for any quick activity on her part….just in case she decided it was time I got meds cause my life was too happy. Then it happened…Kali was picked up and thrown in her carrier. Alright. alright, gently put into the carrier. They all jumped in the Toyota, except for Kali who was singin’ the blues. Take it away Kali. We arrived at the vet’s stinky house and were taken into the office immediately. My leg seemed to feel better almost instantly and I wanted off the cold steel table. I hid and tried to pretend I was home. Oh dear, home doesn’t ever stink like this place. Does this pose look like you’ve seen it before? This is my standard pose at the vets so nothing varies much.
Dr. V sauntered into the office and stated I was beautiful….maybe she’s not so bad after all. She stroked me and then felt all up my front legs. She was getting a little rude. We just met! She then put me on the floor and
yelled asked me to walk. I hobbled like at home. She was quite concerned as was mom. They decided to torture me for hours. That’s what it felt like but really Dr. V did an x-ray of each leg. Both legs showed a fair bit of arthritis in the shoulders and paws. The worst arthritis was in my elbows which were inflamed and quite swollen. I was at a loss for mew’s. Horrified even! Does this mean I’ll no longer pad about like a model? I started to feel glum. This is when Dr. V said I should be on liquid morphine for three days to control the inflammation and bring the swelling down. They might just as well have been barking…I understood nothing. Then Dr. V told mom and dad they had to treat me like a princess on a velvet pillow for the next few days. I understood that. What a marvelous vet….I like her. No other vet has ever said that before.
When we got home I told Shoko what the vet said and she didn’t believe me. You’ll see Shoko. I had some yucky liquid in my mouth after supper and I am very sleepy, but my elbow is ok….not great but ok. Really, I don’t care if I have an elbow about now. I’m going to dream about the new tiara mom got for me.
Have a great weekend my fwiends….think the morphine is starting to woke.