It's BJ. If I knew that a slight change in what I do and how I did it would lead Lynda taking me to the vet I would have been more careful. I'm almost 13, so yes I am slowing down a little and I sleep a little more. Apparently that was what caused this unwanted visit. It was that when Lynda touched me on certain spots, like my thigh, it was sensitive and I snapped at her. I almost bit her. Then sometimes I was afraid to jump up on my window perch and missed the bed when I jumped for it. So, we went to the vet. I tried to dig my paws in and refuse to walk down his block. It didn't work.
I mushed the pillow to make it comfortable.
Dr. Cotter looked at me, gave me regular, probed me, shined a light in my eyes which I did not like, and gave me shot. I whined and made noises and stood up and hugged mommy. Finally, it was over and mom took me off the table. The verdict: I'm a perfect weight, my joints may be inflamed, and my back may hurt. The terrible thing is I can't tell mom what hurts; I just react when she touches me where it hurts.
I got a great treat when we got home, and I get my pill in my food so I don't have to swallow it. I hope the pills work. I can't tell yet.