We know our pets, we just KNOW. Sure, Pooh is a whiner, but when she was randomly screeching I knew it wasn’t just her anxiety. Her limbs all seemed fine, but she woke herself up screeching and seemed like she had instantly aged. Mobility was a big problem and she was favoring her front leg. I didn’t want to take her to the emergency clinic on Sunday because they don’t know her and she is NOT interested in meeting new people. I was also terribly concerned about having to make a weighty decision with medical professionals that didn’t know Pooh.
I’ve met a lot of veterinarians over the years and they aren’t all personalities that would work for Pooh. Some weren’t even personalities that would work for me. I took my cat to a vet when it was obvious he had an infection of some sort and had to go in. (Uncle Chris and I had a system with that cat that involved avoiding the clinic whenever possible.) The cat and I were in love, but he was a truly devilish being to all others and he was even worse when he was sick. Back to my story, so I took the cat in, asked the vet to knock the cat out or give him something to calm him during the exam. He said no, we went back and forth. I told him it was for his own good. He asked me to hold the cat to help with the exam. I said no and again asked him to knock him out. Even though several vet techs came in to help my cat nearly bit the vet and then the vet got mad at ME! Funny stuff. Anyway, I know my pets and a vet that doesn’t know Pooh may not follow my requests completely so I’m careful who she sees.
We made it to Monday morning, with a little help from some calming pet treats, and got an appointment at our regular clinic. Going to an unknown appointment like this without Uncle Chris was weighing heavily on my mind and I spent about 24 hours watching Pooh rest, not sleep, and trying to make her comfortable.
During the exam the vet figured out it was her neck, based on screeching. So, Pooh is taking an assortment of pain medications and she is supposed to be taking it easy. Of course, she lives with a freight train so that's easier said than done.
I’ve met a lot of veterinarians over the years and they aren’t all personalities that would work for Pooh. Some weren’t even personalities that would work for me. I took my cat to a vet when it was obvious he had an infection of some sort and had to go in. (Uncle Chris and I had a system with that cat that involved avoiding the clinic whenever possible.) The cat and I were in love, but he was a truly devilish being to all others and he was even worse when he was sick. Back to my story, so I took the cat in, asked the vet to knock the cat out or give him something to calm him during the exam. He said no, we went back and forth. I told him it was for his own good. He asked me to hold the cat to help with the exam. I said no and again asked him to knock him out. Even though several vet techs came in to help my cat nearly bit the vet and then the vet got mad at ME! Funny stuff. Anyway, I know my pets and a vet that doesn’t know Pooh may not follow my requests completely so I’m careful who she sees.
We made it to Monday morning, with a little help from some calming pet treats, and got an appointment at our regular clinic. Going to an unknown appointment like this without Uncle Chris was weighing heavily on my mind and I spent about 24 hours watching Pooh rest, not sleep, and trying to make her comfortable.
During the exam the vet figured out it was her neck, based on screeching. So, Pooh is taking an assortment of pain medications and she is supposed to be taking it easy. Of course, she lives with a freight train so that's easier said than done.