My foster-cat Parker went to the veterinary hospital yesterday. This was a preliminary visit to his dental procedure. The hospital wanted to provide an estimate of what would need to be done. Parker goes to a different hospital than do the perma-cats, and the procedure there is different, as well. The estimates for the work to be completed on the other beasts are often done when they are brought in for the procedure; if they come in for a check-up and work is seen to be done, an estimate may be made then. In Parker’s case, he has to make two visits: this one and another for the actual procedure. This one did not bring him happiness.
He cried on his way there, was uncomfortable while present and cried on his way home, when most cats are relaxed and know that the worst is behind them. It was a stressful time for the orange boy. But it was necessary, and is now finished for a month. He returns for his dental at the beginning of August.
When he came back home, I put him in the library to relax. I didn’t feed him right away, in case he was too upset to keep food down, and gave him half of his dinner thirty minutes later, the other half a little while after that. But, though he was anxious, he was also hungry and all went smoothly. The day’s events tired him out and he was happy to snooze during the evening.
I wish I could explain to the animals what is happening during doctor’s appointments, and why they are necessary. All I can do is try to calm them as much as possible. I am astonished that they not only continue to trust me after such ordeals, but look to me to protect them during the event itself. I feel inadequate at such times, and am glad that cats seem not to experience their fears and anxieties until faced with them. I’d like to think that humans could learn from that attitude, but the fact that we worry for them about many things is often why cats need not. I believe Parker would agree that it’s a good arrangement - until his next veterinary appointment.