Tuesday, August 10, 2004

It Sucks being Old

Meow ...

Everything I've said before about veterinarians in "Going to the Vet" I take back. They are not the spawn of Satan, but really the Angels of Mercy. This month, I turned 16 years old. Yes, that's pretty old for a cat, but as a Siamese, I've probably got a few more good years in me before I cross the Rainbow Bridge.

My humans had to take me to the Vet yesterday. My hips and knees HURT, and I guess they noticed that I wasn't standing too steady. I'm still able to do everything as I normally would, but it just hurt really bad. Well, besides the fact that I had to get into the blasted carrier, and take a ride in the "Car of Evil", once I got into the office, I had a feeling that I needed to be there. I drooled uncontrollably as normal ... I just can't help myself when I get nervous, but everyone was SOOOO nice to me. I didn't even feel like complaining when they took my temperature or drew blood. Ed told me that they needed to so that they could make me feel better, and I have to trust him.

Well, my blood work came back surprisingly healthy for a 16 year old, good liver and kidney stats, so I'm being put on medication to help with the pain and stiffness in my hips and knees. Ed picks up the medicine this afternoon. I can't wait!

Thank you, Animal Medical Center of Garner!


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