The vet clinic was a little small town clinic with a tiny waiting room and a few small exam rooms. Tucker seemed to like Dr Scholl, but he was having his panic-like attacks throughout the entire consultation. In fact, he scratched so hard, he got a hematoma on his ear (yet another medical ailment I’d have to treat when I got back to Los Angeles).
Dr Scholl was willing to give it a go with Stelfonta, and if he couldn’t handle it, she’d abandon the procedure.
I liked her willingness, but I knew this would be Tucker’s last shot. With Stelfonta, they only recommend two injections if the first doesn't work. And with this so close to the original site, it was hard to say if it was the same one or just another that popped u nearby. I felt like we had only one shot to do it. And I wasn’t 100% confident Tucker would let her do it. He couldn’t even sit still for her to pet him.
She recommended we figure out his scratching/feet-chewing situation first (which was a new development since January), so I had some work to do with that. And I had some consideration to do if this was where I should place my bets.
It was only 10am when we finished with our consultation, leaving us all day to meander down the coast and get home for work the next day.
We had explored Monterey pre-pandemic, so we might have been retracing our steps a bit, but I don’t think you can see too much beautiful coastline too often.
So we took a stroll through Asilomar State Beach, along the boardwalk,
So we take it in, and make it a part of us, an experience that shapes our future and responds to our past. Tucker and I are soulmates. We have known each other for millennia, and we are connected and intertwined for all eternity. We have been blessed to share this brief time on earth, to experience and share in the beauty that is the physical world together. And I plan to experience as much as possible with him for as long as possible.