Going to the Vet

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I’m bigger than Gigi and even bigger than Mayflower, plus when Mama got Moonbeam, Gigi was a lot younger. I’m nine now, and I don’t jump and bend quite as easily as I used to. So when Mama said I had an appointment with the vet, I thought – “oh no. I have to squeeze into that little back seat of Moonbeam.” When it came time, I just flat decided I was not going to go. Mama pulled on my leash and tried to encourage me to get in. She finally went and got Daddy to help lift me into the back seat.

Boy,am I glad we live close to the vet. I gladly got out and walked in to say hi to Christie. She weighed me and everyone clapped that I had lost 4.5 pounds and looked to be in much better greyhound shape. Then I went into the room with the window and waited for someone to come in. Art walked in with my chart and said he would run the required test and give me a shot. Dr. T would check me over and then come talk to Mama. He said that he had found a couple of things he wanted to talk to her about. Mama pulled me close and hugged me, petting me and telling me she loved me.

Then in walked Dr. T. He saw the look on Mama’s and told her it wasn’t that bad. He pried my mouth open and showed her a tooth that looked bad. “I want to get her back in, put her under and look at that tooth. I think I can clean it up, put some antibiotics in it and save the tooth. While she is under I want to x-ray her lower back. I think she has a pinched nerve and that is why she walks a little gingerly on all feet. If I’m right,then we’ll start her on steroid shots, giving her one probably twice a year. I think she will be just fine. Let’s go see Christie to make an appointment to get her back in in the next week or two.”

We left the room with the window, Mama snapped my leash on the hook by the desk, paid for today and made the appointment to bring me back next Tuesday morning. When I got home, I had trouble getting out of the car. Gigi met me at the door and went over me from head to toe to be sure I was okay. When I told her I had to go back, she nuzzled up to me and let me know that she would be right there for me. Until then I get the same anti-inflammatory pills plus pain pills that Gigi gets. That will cut down on the pain and I won’t pant so hard. Now we have to wait for Tuesday.

Author: Suzanne Wagstaff-Gibson

Suzanne Wagstaff-Gibson is the owner of Gigi, Mayflower, Bear, Moonbeam and Jiffy. Her writings are based on the lives of her dogs. All of the photographs in the books are taken by her. She lives with her husband, Erwin Harve Gibson, Sr. in McKinney, Texas.

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