My dear friends Gene and Joye came in with their kitty, Tiger Lilly today. Lilly was sneezing, but otherwise seemed fine.
We examined Lilly and she had no fever, no congestion and no abnormal heart sounds. Indeed, she seemed like a normal little kitty with some sneezing.
As a precaution, and because she hadn’t had any labwork in almost six years, we decided to draw blood.
But Lilly wasn’t on board for that. Lilly likes things her way. At which points she’s a little more “Tiger.”
So Lilly got a little sedative first, and the blood draw went fine.
To get the sedative in, Gene had to hold the back feet, Joye had to hold one front foot with a towel, my assistant Kristi held Lilly’s head and other front foot and I gave the injection intravenously.
After which, Joye announced, “Doc, in my next career I’m coming to work for you. But, I’m going to just do paperwork, I can’t take the animal-handling part.”
It’s just like people sometimes ask me, “How do you do it?”
The answer is simple, “Somebody has to. And I’m fortunate enough to be that ‘somebody’. Without me, “Fluffy” doesn’t have a chance. And the reward I get is seeing Fluffy happy and the people who love Fluffy happy. And, from that, I get to be happy, too. Some days I feel like I get the biggest reward of all.”