So in the continuing saga of Zush being under the weather, I had an assignment from the vet.
I had to get a urine sample from her.
Jeez.
I had surrendered enough of me through all my cancers and stuff, and now here I am, Zush mom, and I am going after her with a ziplock bag to catch pee.I had no problems doing it, as anyone who knows my relationship with my girls, especially Zush, well, I would do anything with them. To top things off, the vet tech had said on the phone that if I couldn’t get a specimen, don’t let her pee before she gets into the office and they would get it from her.
HAH! No one is going to insert anything into my Zush to give her any discomfort. I had faith that I could get the sample. Indeed, I did.
Keep the good mojo and prayers going, please. I will post tomorrow on diagnosis.
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