Ennis's StoryHi! My name is Ennis, and I'm a 3 ½ year old, exceptionally handsome, ginger, domestic short haired cat. I was rehomed when I was about 10 months old because I didn't get on with my previous owners' dog. He was very big and scary, so I was living on top of a wardrobe to stay away from him. I was very lucky to be rehomed by one of the vets at Rutland House Veterinary Hospital. I was given an Olympic themed name, to go with my new friend "Mo", but our mum has a sense of humour as I (a boy) have been named after Jessica Ennis, and my female friend has been named after Mo Farah! I was then vaccinated, neutered and got up to date with my flea and worm preventions.
There are many perks to being the pet of a vet, and one of those is that I get to be a life saver by being a blood donor.
Animal sometimes need blood transfusions when they are ill or injured just like people do. For dogs there is the Pet Blood Bank, but unfortunately this is not available for cats yet.
When there is a cat in need, my mum gets a call, and I come down to the practice. This is the worst part - a journey in the cat carrier. I can make myself very wide, but mum always manages to get me in the carrier somehow. Once at the practice I am examined to make sure there is no reason why I can't give blood. Then a blood sample is collected to check I'm not anaemic, and see if I'm a match for the cat that needs blood. Cats have blood types too, and I'm a type A which is the most common. My friend Mo is type AB which is quite rare, so she's not had the chance to be a life saver yet. She's also a bit small, whereas I'm just perfect! If I am a match, then I am given a bit of sedation, so that I stay nice and still whilst the blood is collected. If I'm honest this is the best bit, as the sedation makes me feel really relaxed and happy!
I have given blood three times now, and needed less sedation each time because I'm such a good boy. I then go onto a drip for a couple of hours, and then go home as good as new. I can only give blood every 3 months, to let my body and red blood cell levels recover in between.
I really don't mind my trips to Rutland House to give blood. In fact the last time I went, when it was time to go home, I ran out of the cat carrier and jumped back into my comfy kennel, hoping to get some more yummy tuna! The nurses really spoil all the in patients as if we're their own, and I get lots of strokes and chin tickles (as well as yummy tuna and chicken!)
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