I was hoping I wouldn't have to take Hidey to the vet, but she refused to eat this morning. I force fed her with a sliver of tinned tuna but after less than an hour, she threw it up. She made an awful, mourning sound and I saw why she was stressed: she made a mess.
She hates making a mess.
She watched as I cleaned things up.
I brought her to the vet and I was told Hidey was dehydrated. I knew that meant she will have to be confined with a needle stuck to an arm. Shamelessly, my tears fell. I apologized to the vet. She said she understood.
I called the clinic twice, and I was told Hidey was being mean and unapproachable. I said that was impossible. I went to the clinic after work and Hidey hissed at me. I greeted her happily and she calmed down. I opened her cage and hugged her, despite warnings from the staff that she might bite me.
She didn't. She was sweet and conspiring and huggy.
I asked that all tests and needles be done while I was there. After all that, we learned that her temperature has normalized. I coaxed her to eat and she did, though just a bit. I spent an hour with her before leaving for home.
I was told that Hidey's world revolves around me that's why she feels she has to be defensive when I'm not around.
I got a shirt from my car. I went to the clinic's toilet and took off the blouse I was wearing and placed it inside Hidey's cage. She stepped on it and went to sleep.
Early tomorrow morning, I will go to the clinic and hug her before going to work.
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