Sorry Beano…
Kate held Beano while I injected him with his usual 150mls. He was very good through it all, but the needle made a sickly sound going in and I hoped it wasn’t too uncomfortable for him.
Ugh, I’m sure I’ll get used to it but I will never enjoy doing these injections. I’m sure vet techs feel the same way.
“No hard feelings?” I said to him afterwards. Either Beano has a short memory or an enormous capacity to forgive, because he’s always begging to climb into my lap shortly after.