This morning, I dropped Renn off at the veterinary hospital for his dental surgery. My big boy shouldn’t have too much work to do, but it needs to be done, and the longer it is postponed, the more discomfort he will feel. This will of course give my bank account some discomfort instead, but this should represent the last of the cats’ medical appointments for a while. After Cammie, Josie, Renn and my poor Parker, I hope we will see the last of the veterinary hospital for some time.
Renn disliked having to go to the hospital. He is not, in the event, a brave cat, but I don’t blame him. His foster-brother didn’t come back from his last medical visit, Cammie came back blind; going to the doctor must be like a real-life haunted house story for my cats.
But I foresee no difficulties for Renn. His surgery should be a straightforward cleaning and removal of a few teeth. I will pick him up after work late this afternoon, and let everyone know how he fared.