11/26/2025
Cow Boy had a little emergency vet adventure on Friday. In the end, I think it was just a case of having a tummy ache and being very dramatic about it.
He woke up at 6 am throwing up and couldn't keep food down. He freaked out about it a little, then I freaked out about it a little and tried to give him meds, then he freaked out because mommy was trying to give him meds, so he kept trowing up even more, and acting uncomfortable and sad and broken.
When we got to the vet he suddenly remembered that mommy is his friend, and not a suspicious person trying to give him suspicious things. And actually, maybe he would like a treat or some of mommy's tea or something. Naturally, he stopped throwing up and acting uncomfortable, too.
So he got sedated and x-rayed, and it looked like just some inflammation, and he got an anti-nausea shot and went home.
At home he remembered that I was a suspicious person who tries to do weird things to him, so taking off his arm bandage was a bit of a challenge.
He's much better now - the last two pics are him enjoying his freshly-laundered blankie (guess why it had to be laundered). I really have to learn how to account for Cow Boy's dramatic nature before I decide to drag him to an emergency vet. Then again, who knows how long he'd be throwing up for without the anti-nausea shot?