Yesterday I got another chemo treatment. When we were getting ready to leave the house, Zoey ran to the door excitedly, jumping on the door to go with us, so mommy let her ride in the car with us. This kind of freaked me out though, because everytime Zoey and I go somewhere together, it usually means we are going to Banfield which I am not a big fan of. But when I saw mommy instead turn down the road to Hickory, I got super-excited because I would get to see my favorite vet tech. I ran to the door, did my (now) ritual poop (although this time it was at the front desk instead of the parking lot), and whined and whined for her to come get me. Dr. K, my usual oncologist, wasn't there, and neither was my favorite girl, so another one had to come out for me (bummer!).
A few hours later, they called my mom to come pick me up. As usual, my mom and I were sooo happy to see each other. The receptionists even commented on how spoiled I was. They told my mom that I get extra spoiled here too by my favorite vet tech - sometimes she even carries me around while she works (or so they told my mom). When we got home, the chemo side-effects started to sit in. I felt a little queasy, so I just wanted to lay down on the couch. My stomach started hurting too. Today, I feel a little better though.
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