Charlie goes to the vet
Charlie finally got settled so it was time to go the vet. He needed his shots and to be neutered.
I felt really guilty taking him in. I tricked him to get him into his carrier by putting treats in there. For the past three weeks treats have always meant he was going to get pet or played with. Today, they were used for a much more sinister purpose.
When I slammed the door shut, he immediately freaked out. He stuck is furry little paw through the bars and cried. I kept telling him it was going to be okay, but I knew full well it wasn’t. In few short hours he would be in pain, and missing part of his manhood.
The vet’s office assured me Charlie wouldn’t feel much. They would be using a laser that would cauterize the incision so it wouldn’t really hurt. But c’mon! That’s still got to sting!
I know in the long run this is the best for Charlie. I’m a firm believer in spaying and neutering. But looking into his trusting face, as he ran towards me to get a treat this morning, made me feel just a little evil.
I hope little Chuck can forgive me.
Kate