Beck and Philly
Member Since 2018
Just got home from dropping a cat off at a vet hospital for a dental tomorrow. Since I was making the hour+ drive each way, I made an appointment to also get Grandpa checked out. He's been a little sniffley.
A vet that I've never met walked in and without waiting for me to get Grandpa out of his carrier she looked at his chart and says, "Oh, I see his prognosis isn't very good." It took me a second to respond, but I just said, "We aren't telling him that. " She looked at me a little odd. I then pulled him out of his carrier and I could tell she was preparing to see and treat a fragile, sick kitty. Grandpa appeared from the carrier in all his "Hi! What's up?" style.
It was time for his insulin and I had packed his syringe and some food for the trip. I asked if she minded if I gave him some. She said, "Is he still eating?" I laughed and put the food on a plate. Grandpa dove right in. She reached out to start his exam and he growled at her. I gave his insulin shot while we chatted and opened a second small can of food for him to attack. I could tell she had no idea what to think of it all. I told her that they wanted to euthanize him back on June 20. She said she had read that in his chart.
The good news is that he has no fever and no sign of an ear infection or anything like that. He has lost 1/2 a pound so I need to make sure he's getting quality calories. He handled several hours in the car like a pro. And he taught a doctor that words on paper aren't as important as they might believe.
A vet that I've never met walked in and without waiting for me to get Grandpa out of his carrier she looked at his chart and says, "Oh, I see his prognosis isn't very good." It took me a second to respond, but I just said, "We aren't telling him that. " She looked at me a little odd. I then pulled him out of his carrier and I could tell she was preparing to see and treat a fragile, sick kitty. Grandpa appeared from the carrier in all his "Hi! What's up?" style.
It was time for his insulin and I had packed his syringe and some food for the trip. I asked if she minded if I gave him some. She said, "Is he still eating?" I laughed and put the food on a plate. Grandpa dove right in. She reached out to start his exam and he growled at her. I gave his insulin shot while we chatted and opened a second small can of food for him to attack. I could tell she had no idea what to think of it all. I told her that they wanted to euthanize him back on June 20. She said she had read that in his chart.
The good news is that he has no fever and no sign of an ear infection or anything like that. He has lost 1/2 a pound so I need to make sure he's getting quality calories. He handled several hours in the car like a pro. And he taught a doctor that words on paper aren't as important as they might believe.
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Beck, that's got to really make you smile!
Even though the treats aren't named, I figure there is the potential for them to be contaminated, too