Well, not a whole donut, but I took him in this morning to have a blood recheck for his kidneys. His Calcitriol prescription is almost gone and it’s refilled at a pharmacy out of state.
Getting him into the carrier was fun, I tried putting him in face first to start with and all four legs went into a spread stance and he wouldn’t fit. So, I tried putting him in back end first and he grabbed my shirt shoulder and climbed up on me. It took me a couple of minutes before he went all the way in and then he started to cry.
I just took him in and they took him into the back to draw blood. While he was back there, I walked over to the local donut shop, got a couple of donuts for me and Brian and one just for the cats to share. And a dozen assorted for the vet’s office.
He was fine once they’d drawn the blood, not a peep out of him on the way home.
When we got home, I opened up the carrier, Georgie came out and I shut the carrier door before Marco took up residence (Marco loves laying in the carriers) and put it away, took the donuts to the kitchen, grabbed one that I got for me and came back to the office and turned on the monitor. Georgie came back, jumped up into his sleepy spot and I started ripping off pieces of my donut for him.
Georgie really likes donuts. He was such a good boy, so brave. He deserved some donut.