Relief...for the mamma

Mamma took me to the v-e-t again on Wednesday.  This time I realized what she was up to and made it much harder for her and the transport driver to get me into the carrier.  But they did.  And then I almost broke out,but the mamma moved fast and stopped me!  She can move fast once in a while.

At the dreaded place, they told the mamma she could stay in the waiting room while I was tortured and she did!  So I didn't get to make her feel sorry for me like last time.  They took more blood!  What if I run out?

So, they took me back to mamma, said I had been a good girl and that I had gained a pound.  Mamma was very happy about this, it was more than she would have dreamed of.

A v-e-t called yesterday to say my bloods were perfectly normal, right where they should be.  Which is good, but means I have to keep taking the medicine.  The normal vet was out, so mamma will keep on trying the crushed pill in peanut butter for the time being.  Which is icky, gets sticky stuff on me, but she's not shoving her finger down my throat any more.

Putting the mamma through the wringer

The mamma and I found out my thyroid was working overtime, which is why I had lost weight.  From what the v-e-t thought, that was the best scenario.  Except now I have to take pills twice a day.  I don't like to be picked up or held at the best of times.   You can imagine how much I hate getting a pill!  I let the mamma know!  She gave up one night, but is learning how to get it done.  Additionally, lots of her friends have given suggestions to make it easier on both of us.  Mamma says I really need to take the pills.  Wish us luck!

Mama just gave a big sigh of relief!

I had not quite been myself lately, but the mama could not put her finger on anything in particular that was wrong......changes but not necessarily bad ones in ladies of a certain age.

Until Sunday when I would not put one paw on the ground when walking for a short time.  After that I favored it, but would usually put weight on it.

Our friend Lisa helped us get me to the dreaded v-e-t.  Although this  one was different.  They gave me treats and baby food.  Yum!  And I got a McDonald's hamburger when we got home.  I go crazy for those.

The vet called and my thyroid is acting up.  It explains everything but the walk.  Since they do not think I am in pain, we will wait and see what happens with that.

The thyroid explains why I have been more hungry lately and am stylishly thin.  Although mama and I would prefer a more Rubenesque figure for me. 

The mama is relieved because she does not have to make any drastic decisions right now and thinks she can afford the treatment.

Now we are having pepperoni pizza to celebrate.

The mama said I was the bestest, sweetest girl at the vet and now she knows for sure she is my number one hooman.  😺