Every vets office has a similar scent. They are composed of an odd combination of medical chemicals, the urine and feces of multiple species and the grits and wet food of the waiting room. Mostly, they smell like fear and death.
I was there for Trevor. The vet told me that he was an animal that instinctually wanted to hunt, to work and the great kibble factory rendered him unemployed. Work is important to both humans and animals for creating meaning it seems.
They suggested meds. I had more organic, more holistic ideas. I suggested that I go to the pet store and get an array of creatures - live crickets, snakes, mice, rats, gerbles, hamsters - maybe even a bunny or two. I’d give them to Trevor one at a time and he could have at it.
I can see the children’s books now: Mad Max Feeds the Cats.
Assorted clean pet store vermin would be cheaper than designer vet approved pet food. My plan would be an active, organic rehab process would kill two birds with one stone. Hell, I’ll pick up a coupl…
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