The sky turned dark as night and you could hear thunder on the horizon as I carried Maggie out to my car as I held her leash. Was it an omen? She thought we were going for a walk at first until I picked her up. I was cranking up my car when mom pulled up. Maggie was cowering in the floorboard. She knew immediately where we were going.
"I am going with you," mom said. "You need some help."
"Thank you," I sighed with relief.
We didn't have to wait long in the lobby. Dr. Thomas welcomed us back to an examination room. Dr. Thomas is the quintessential Southern gentleman. He talks with one of the heaviest Southern drawls you have ever heard. Think Lewis Grizzard.
I sat Maggie on the examination table and mom held her. The vet tech. pulled out a plastic rod that looked like a giant sewing needle. She was taking a feces sample to check for parasites. Well, Maggie peed all over the table and mom's arm. It was the third time I have ever seen her use the bathroom. She is so secretive about it.
We're home now. Maggie is sulking and laying on the bed. She's exhausted mentally. I am just glad that is over and only comes once a year.