Happy dog at the oncologist

Moose had a check-up appointment today.

The three of us sat in a room waiting for the doctor to come in. It was a very fancy room, the fanciest we have seen at this vet clinic or at any other vet clinic.

It was so fancy because there was a nice rug with cute puppy paw prints across it, comfortable chairs, pillows, an MP3 player, tissues, air freshener, lamps, a fold down table, and several windows. Nice artwork of dogs and cats hung on the walls. The largest and most memorable of these pieces of artwork was of a golden retriever. 

We suspected that this room was the equivalent of box seats at a football game. There's general seating, but then there is "special" seating. This was special seating.

Our guess was that this room is used as a calm place where staff can inform pet owners of bad news. Our other guess was that this room is used to host clients who pay thousands and thousands of dollars at their clinic. If our suspicions are correct, we are glad to be apart of the latter group.

Moose was not as enthused by the fancy room. He sat under our legs, under the chair, and in the corner. He knew where we were and he didn't want to be there. He looked into our eyes --straight into them-- and told us not to leave him. I heard him. 

Then, the oncologist came in. She drew Moose's blood. She tested it and returned with more medication. She informed us that Moose's white blood cell count is low from the chemo and more drugs are necessary. As she told us, I moved from the chair to the floor so I could be closer to Moose. I think I did so because I wanted to comfort him. But in all actuality, he was the one who comforted me.

Today, our happy Moose was happiest when we left the special room... and for good reason. It won't be long until we return to the vet clinic, but for now Moose is very happy to be home. We all are.