Vets. They are animal doctors. I’m Biggles, and I’ve had a lot of experience with vets, so although they aren’t really my favourite things, they are very nice and helpful. Ludo and Locksley have only had one check-up each.
Veterinary surgeons, Vets for short, are highly trained people who do all sorts of medical things with animals.
Lots of vets only do farm animals, or dogs and cats. We go to vets who do what they call ‘exotics’. That includes guinea pigs. Mummy met a penguin at the vets once. We usually see chameleons, dragons, parrots and animals like that in the waiting room.
When we first moved here, Mummy didn’t want to risk driving a long way in the dark for an emergency, so we went to a local general pet vet. They seemed okay, but didn’t know what to do about my runny nose, so Mummy took me to the specialist, which is further away.
Now we see Dr Rebekah or one of her colleagues. Now the avirus has gone away she and Mummy talk about me over the table, with me sitting between them, like we did with Dr Sally in Norfolk. During the avirus Mummy had to wait in the car and Dr Rebekah would take me inside. Then she’d go out to talk to Mummy and come back in again and do what ever they’d decided. It’s much easier now. Earlier this year she showed Mummy the black and white picture of my insides and explained it all, and Mummy asked questions. We’re doing that for letter X.
Vets do lots of clever things in their rooms at the back. Roscoe had a lump taken off the top of his hind leg, about where he sat on it. Dr Rebekah took it out and stitched it up, and Roscoe was better in no time. Several of the earlier guinea pigs had lumps taken out by Dr Sally or Dr Fay, or Dr Louise. They were either abscesses or sarcomas. (I had to ask Mummy that). Abscesses are messy, because they leak and have to be tended afterwards. I remember Mummy had to do that with Roscoe once, after Bertie bit him. It’s funny, because Bertie was a bit of a fighter when he was young, but by the time we got here, Roscoe and Bertie were great buddies, and explored the house together.
Dr Rebekah knew exactly what was wrong with my runny nose. I had congestive heart disease, and I need meds for my heart, and meds to help the congestion called diuretics. (Mummy is helping me write this). I have these twice a day, every day. The diuretics make me wee a lot, so Mummy changes my bedding twice as often as everyone else.
Then I seemed to lose a lot of hair, and Dr Rebekah recognised that as thyroid trouble. So I have another med once a day for that. And now I also have a general painkiller too, to help with my arthuritis and things. And Dr Rebekah sees me every few months, just to see how I’m doing (she gave me antibiotics for my breathing this month, just for a week). She’s very nice and I like her. Even when she sticks an ouchy needle in me to get rid of the itchy things.
This is not my favourite thing, but vets make me feel a lot better afterwards, and that is nice.
Do you have vets? Or do you only have human medical people? Which is better?