Took my baby to a vet, finally.
I’ve been researching them forever. Called all my neighbors that I like. (Meaning, not in this compound.)
Literally everyone said their vets sucked.
One is a snowbird and he said he took his baby back to PA for care and, eventually, for her last voyage.
Well. Not going to PA anytime soon, so I needed an alternative.
Finally I found one I had a good feeling about.
Oh my GOD where has this vet been all my life.
Cocoa has been to the Keys multiple times. Miami. Orlando. This child used to live under a Target truck and sleep on a manhole cover and push other kitties out of their food because she wanted it.
Always cool. Always in charge. Always my little backseat boss while Belly enjoys the ride.
Not today. My little toughie freaked the fuck out.
I parked about an eighth of a mile from the place. The traffic made her absolutely insane. By the time I went into the office, she was panting and climbing the walls.
The vet was the nicest I’d ever met. So it wasn’t him.
I said she was in need of meds that she hadn’t been on in a few months. He asked why not, very non-judgmentally.
I said the last vet demanded I make an appearance before being given a refill. And time went by and here we are.
He said that’s ridiculous. You don’t deny a baby her meds. And why they heck aren’t they sent to your house?
He was also horrified at the vet records they sent. There was ONE LINE. The name of the drug, no dosage. No list of surgeries performed, no vitals, no blood test results.
He said I might have an inkling why you didn’t go back.
With Cocoa freaking out, he wouldn’t do blood tests. Refused. Said we could do that another day.
I about passed out. I said everywhere I go, they force vaccinations and other stuff on me. He said I will not give this little lady a heart attack on top of what she’s going through. If you want to do that another day, call me.
Not only that, he called a pharmacy and arranged for my meds to show up on my doorstep. With four refills.
Before we called the pharmacy, he coached me on how I might want to answer their questions. How many vials to order. Why I might not want to opt for auto-refills. Oh and he stepped out of the room when they asked for my credit card.
Meanwhile, I asked the vet tech for some water for Cocoa. She brought that and an ice pack. And Cocoa cozied up to both on the floor and calmed herself down.
They also said hey we have a secret little parking lot behind us. I’m like WHAT I didn’t have to walk on the highway?!
So I ran and got my car, and we settled up and I got to load her with no problems.
They said come back next week and we’ll waive the visit fee.
I think I’m in love.
I pulled the Ace of Cups this morning, when I asked how this visit would go.
Traditionalists see the card as that agape kind of love, which I sure have for Cocoa.
To me, too, the card is a symbol of happy beginnings, positive change and new possibilities. In the health sense,
I see it as telling me there is potential for recovery.
I sure hope that my baby will get her meds, get her tests and be able to have a much better quality of life than she’s had lately.
Not gonna lie, I’m worried about her kidneys. But there’s nothing much I can do now.
So I’ll keep loving her and feeding her and thanking the heavens and All That Is for me finally, finally finding the care all my babies (would have) deserved.