“I called earlier and you suggested dropping him off,” I said to the Belcrest Animal Clinic technician behind the counter, “but I just can’t leave him.”
“The doctor will be here in half an hour,” she said kindly. “Do you want to wait?”
I appreciated this. Setting foot in any kind of medical establishment makes my stomach hurt. I lost 3 cats in a year and a half, the odyssey ending last July with the death of Snowball. I like to think they are with my late husband, all of whom have gone to Cat Heaven, because Dave liked cats and wouldn’t mind being surrounded by them in the afterlife.
As you can imagine, I get a little anxious whenever I take my cats to the vet now, especially if it’s an emergency.
Mr. Pickles has been throwing up more than is normal for a cat and despite his best attempts to act like nothing is wrong, I took him to the doctor this morning, even though we didn’t have an appointment.
We waited a while in the waiting room, where Pickles sat on my shoulder and looked out the window.
No cat in his right mind wants to go to the doctor, but even after spending a full week there in kittenhood, Pickles is not afraid of the staff or Dr. Hancock. Everyone we talked to treated us patiently and kindly, despite our lack of appointment. One technician even stopped by to say hello to Mr. Pickles when she heard he was there.
Dr. Hancock (like Dr. Linda Mitchell in Cleveland at Rainbow Vet Clinic) is a good veterinarian. He patiently answers all my questions. He takes my comments seriously and acknowledges that I know my cat. He and the clinic staff treat my animals kindly and recognize how important they are to me.
Anyone who has a beloved pet will understand what I mean when I say there are times when I’d give them my house to make my little friend feel better. Dr. Hancock doesn’t take advantage of this, though (nor did Dr. Mitchell). He gave me a treatment plan and a cost estimate in writing. This professional touch is a show of respect for the client.
Mr. Pickles probably ate something he shouldn’t & he’ll likely be alright, but I noted something when I brought Snowball in for the last time. Dr. Hancock understood that no one lives forever. He knew, just as I did, that it was time to let Snowball go. He told me the heroic measures we could take, but didn’t insist upon them.
I appreciated that.
Mr. Pickles will have an x-ray this morning and I will sit by the phone until they call. In the meantime, I know the staff are treating him well.
And I know he’ll be home soon.
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