peggy's place: Summer's V-E-T exam

September 8, 2009

Summer's V-E-T exam

Mom always worries when we have our check-ups. Especially us old girls. Well she shouldn't worry so much. They said I look like a 6 year old. (I'm 18). My blood results showed I had a slight increase in my BUN (kidney) numbers, but the vet didn't seem too worried about it. It was nothing compared to Babe's last year. Also she said I had a high white blood count and gave me antibiotics, that's fine, because I love Pill Pockets :)

12 comments:

Angel, Kirby and Max said...: You do not look your age. WE are glad you had a good checkup!; September 8, 2009 at 11:28 AM
The Creek Cats said...: Wow, you look fabulous for 18! We are so glad your exam went well and that you like to take your meds in pill pockets.; September 8, 2009 at 11:58 AM
SeaThreePeeO said...: The vet is right, you don't look a day over 6! We're glad your check up when well, oh and that you like pill pockets!; September 8, 2009 at 1:22 PM
Memories of Eric and Flynn said...: You look great for your age. Hope Auntie's Biotiks get your blood count right.; September 8, 2009 at 5:42 PM
Mishkat said...: You look gorgeous - and we're very glad you had a good exam! Plus our mom says she thinks you're wonderful for not minding pills.; September 8, 2009 at 7:10 PM
The Monkeys said...: Good to hear you're in good health, Summer! You look fabulous and definitely not 18; September 8, 2009 at 7:38 PM
Reese =^..^= said...: That is great news!; September 8, 2009 at 8:56 PM
Lisa said...: Yay, good bill of health from the vet!; September 8, 2009 at 9:44 PM
The Kitty Krew said...: Summer, you don't look 18 at all! We're glad to hear your exam went so well overall.

Purrs and hugs,
The Kitty Krew

PS - we agree that you look a lot like Bugsy!; September 8, 2009 at 10:45 PM
Brian's Home Blog said...: I hope I look that good when I get to be 18, you're wonderful and we're glad the check up was OK.; September 9, 2009 at 8:27 AM
CCL Wendy said...: Very good news about your check-up! Wow, 18 years old, and you still seem very playful and full of zest. Way to go!; September 9, 2009 at 8:41 PM
Amy & the house of cats said...: Sounds like a prety good checkup other then the antibiotics. And you get pill pockets out of it so that is not too bad for you either!; September 11, 2009 at 4:22 PM

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