I don’t look very happy here.
This was me last week. Can you guess where I was? If you said “at the vet’s” you’d be right. But I wasn’t at my regular vet. I had to go to a special vet that deals with the heart. Y’see, when I was at my regular vet about a month ago, she listened to my heart and said she heard it murmuring. I don’t know what it was saying, but it was talking enough that she wanted a special vet to hear it. So the mom and me went on a road trip to see this special vet…called a vet cardiologist. His office was quite a ways from our island, and I didn’t like being in the car very much. I sang a little to the mom and then she sang some to me. I think I have the better voice.
I have to admit, the special vet was a pretty nice guy. He listened to my heart murmuring, and then he took me in the back room so he could take some pictures of my heart. He brought me back and told the mom that the murmuring wasn’t too bad but he wanted me to start taking some medicine so the murmuring doesn’t get any worse.
This is my “I wanna go home now” face.
So now I take a teeny tiny piece of a teeny tiny pill once a day. Don’t worry about me…I feel great. The medicine is just a precaution to make sure my ticker…that’s what the mom calls my heart…keeps on ticking. And I don’t have to go back to see the special vet for about a year. Which is long enough for me.