My Friend Clio

Clio is likely allergic to something that's currently blooming, because she got a cut or scratch and it reacted much like the cut or scratch she got last time this year, which is to say - we took her to the vet for the good drugs.

I told Cael that we were going to be taking Clio to the vet, and he took this very seriously. He insisted that he be the one that break the news to her. He went into the living room and sat beside her on the blanket, gently petting her tail. Then, in a very calm but serious tone he said, "Clio, you don't feel well. You have an owie. You are going to go to the doctor. You'll feel better with medicine."

He dealt with the entire thing with a great deal of gravity.

When we were at the vet, Cael sat peacefully in the lobby until Clio's name was called. As she rounded the corner to the exam room, he started keening. Loudly. The tears were instantaneous and I could hardly make out what he was saying. Eventually, I could decipher the words. He continued hysterically wailing, "My friend Clio! I don't want my friend Clio to go!" for about five minutes, until Ryan came out of the exam room to retrieve Cael so that he could go sit with his newly minted best friend. Once in the exam room, Cael proceeded to comfort/distract her by reading her his new BabyBug that had just come in the mail.

For someone whose previous interactions with Clio were 95% poking with blunt objects, it was all very touching.