In the hierarchy of terrible 'mothering' things to do, one of the things that must at least come close to the top of the list is, killing the family pet.
Yeah, well that was almost my day yesterday.
Our family pet is a silver tabby by the name of Ollie.
To say my kids ADORE this animal would be an understatement. I think it's pretty safe to say that they love this cat even more than they love their parents. I think if the cat was capable of renting video games and driving, dear hubby and I would be gone and the cat would be in charge. Yep, it's that bad.
I also have to say that Ollie is the perfect family pet. He lets the kids fight over him with nary a whimper. He is clean and neat, he takes equal turns sleeping with the kids every night and he is always purring. He is a great family/kid cat.
So yesterday I took this important member of the family to the vet for a check-up. He wasn't sick, I just knew he was due to go in to get checked over and so I made an appointment.
What I didn't know is that Ollie is allergic to whatever is in the shots my vet gives cats.
Less than a minute after the veterinarian had pumped Ollie's rump with the needle, our poor kitty's paws and face were all puffed up and he was breathing like he had a truck stuck down his throat.
Thank goodness we were still in the veterinarian's office so they could pump more drugs into him and put a tube down his throat because I was too busy freaking out to do anything useful.
After an afternoon of close monitoring, I'm glad to say that Ollie is now back at home and seems fine. Thank goodness.
Next year Ollie will be getting a different and more expensive rabies vaccination and my husband will be taking him in to get it done.
Yes, as a matter of fact I am a wimp. I don't ever want to go through that again.