During my vacation I decided to take Max to the vet to get something checked out. Over the course of the previous week or so I had noticed he was dribbling some pee whenever he would lay down somewhere. I knew that wasn’t right. If that was happening to me I’d get to the doctor right away.
Fortunately, not having to go to work, I thought I’d get over to the vet right when the office opened at 8. That should beat the rush. How wrong I was. Max and I ended up sitting there for an hour and a half before getting in to see one of the animal doctors. She told me it was probably just a urinary tract infection, but she wanted to run a couple of tests. She asked if I could leave Max for a couple of hours. Hey, I knew the cat would enjoy a couple of hours of peace and quiet!
So I went home and did some stuff around the house that was on my holiday to-do list. Then I waited. And waited. And waited.
I was booked in to get myself a haircut at 2, and it didn’t look like I was going to make it. Finally, when I still hadn’t heard back from the vet, I decided to reschedule my haircut.
Just after 1:30 I got a call from the vet, who apologized for taking more than the 2 hours she told me it would take. Apparently one of the machines she needed for a test was not running, so she had to wait until that was repaired.
Her diagnosis was right on the money. A minor urinary tract infection it was.
So I picked up Max, a bottle of pills, and a $500 bill from the vet. After that I raced home so Max could get into the backyard and do his business. After all, he hadn’t gone to the bathroom since before 8 that morning. When he finally made it out to the yard I never thought he’d finish! Good boy.
In the 6 1/2 years we’ve had Max, I think it might have been a little cheaper to raise a couple of children!