Last week, we had our routine check up with our Vet Dr. Fara. Everything seemed to go wrong. The door at the back of the car, where Cisca and I were laying around wasn't properly shut. (We had made sure it was close by repeatedly slamming and locking it down). The rain made it hard for me and Cisca to go to our other chores i.e. paying for adoption fees and the resulting traffic. We were stuck for about 30 minutes in the highway when the door 's lock malfunctioned. I instinctively moved Cisca to the middle seats, where she could not try to jump over.
Our check up at BSF (Beterinaryo sa Fort), went smoothly. The results of her skin tests wee good. She didn't have mange, and hedr skin problems were treatable/curable. I shelled out almost all the cash I had saved up for months to pay for the medicine. It felt really good doing so (and I've enough money for the next check up and the meds, with the money I'll save this month).
Cisca was scared at first while laying in the floor below the middle chairs. To comfort her, I lay beside her and she snuggled with me. We were close home, when suddenly the car broke down, in the middle of the road. My driver, Jun and I had to push the car, while Cisca was inside. I felt kinda threatened when a traffic officer was asking money from us. I kept my cool, trusting we'd get through this. Our uncle's car soon arrived and pulled us back home.
I just feel thankful Cisca's safe. I think she kept me from going crazy with the situation. I'm thankful even now, to have her safe with me.
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