Lately, CEO Kien had noticed something different about Lala. She was walking more slowly, sometimes lifting one leg slightly as if avoiding pressure. Though she never complained, her little signs didn’t go unnoticed.
“That’s it,” Kien said one morning, gently stroking her head. “We’re going to get you checked properly.”
He called the vet and scheduled a full, in-depth examination—not just for her leg, but a complete health check to make sure nothing else was being missed. Because for him, peace of mind only came when Lala was healthy, safe, and happy.
At the hospital, Lala stayed calm in Kien’s arms, her nose twitching nervously at all the new scents. The staff greeted her gently, and after a short wait, it was time.
X-rays. Blood tests. Mobility checks. Heart rate. Eyes, ears, joints—everything. Lala was quiet and brave, flinching only when her leg was gently stretched.
Kien never left her side. He spoke softly the entire time, his hand resting comfortingly on her back. “You’re doing great, sweetheart. Almost done.”
After what felt like hours, the vet returned with the results: Lala had a mild joint inflammation in her back leg—nothing serious, but something that needed rest, light therapy, and daily supplements. The rest of her health was excellent.
Kien sighed in relief. “Thank you.”
Back at home, he prepared a soft bed, laid out her medication, and promised not to let her jump from the couch (even if she tried). Lala, now more relaxed, curled up on her blanket and looked up at him with tired but trusting eyes.
Because the hospital visit wasn’t just about tests—it was about care, about catching the little things before they grow, and about a love that always puts health first.
