On the day that Vincent went for his dental surgery, we also took Daffodil to the same vet.
We found her limping that morning, lifting up her right front leg whenever she walked. Not wanting to take any chances, we decided to take her to the vet’s for a check-up.
Daffodil has never been anywhere away from here except for the time we caught her and sent her for spaying. That was the only time.
She didn’t expect to be put in a carrier, so it wasn’t difficult catching her and putting her into a carrier.
However, in the car, Daffodil was very nervous and she stretched out her paws and tore the plastic covering of my back seat. If not for the plastic covering, I think she could have tore the fabric of the back seat! She was…quite fierce.
At the clinic, the vet’s young daughter consoled Daffodil.
Daffodil was nervous, but she kept her cool in the examination room. The vet let her walk and surprisingly, she wasn’t limping. Her front leg wasn’t lifted like it was while she was home. However, the vet noticed a bit of abnormal gait in her back legs and attributed that to arthritis, which is normal for a cat of 16 years.
Upon examining all her limbs, full extension was possible with no hint of pain, and vet found a small scab on her paw pads, and that must have caused her “limping”.
It was a minor thing, so no treatment or medication was necessary.
By the way, the vet said he might have believed me if I’d said Daffodil was 8 years old, instead of 16! But no, she’s 16 alright.
Back home, Daffodil lifted her front paw again that night (that was the night Vincent came back from his dental surgery).
But the problem has since resolved itself. In fact, the “limp” was gone the very next day!
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2 responses to “Daffodil’s visit to the vet’s”
16??? She dosen’t look 16!!! Must be all the constant love & care she’s been getting =)
Oh, we cannot take full credit for her wellbeing because she had been living as a community cat for almost 11 years before we moved in here. After we moved here, Rosie was the first to come to our house, and she brought Ginger (out of necessity because Mr Quack attacked him, so Ginger came to ask for help) and Daffodil came to visit Ginger when he was caged (had to protect him from Mr Quack). Later, with the help of their feeder (the kind couple who feeds the playground cats), we caught Daffodil and sent her to be spayed. It was only after that that Daffodil, Rosie and Ginger became permanent residents of our home. They sort of…moved in.