Gherkin is not a good traveler.

Whenever I put her in her carrier, the clock starts ticking.  Usually before we make it down our (long, bumpy, steep) driveway, she has shit herself and I am relegated to driving the rest of the 40 minute drive to the vet trying to repress my gag reflex.  By the time we arrive, she has usually barfed, peed and is drooling.


She is 16 years old, so I try to have compassion, but…

It’s not pleasant for anyone.  Including the vet tech who (so graciously) cleans up the disheveled cat and all of her effluvia.

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