Nothing is more pathetic than the looks Andy gives me when he realizes it’s time for his medicine. Regardless, it’s for his best, so I rub his ears and whiskers, talk softly to him, rock him like a baby, then say the five (six?) words he doesn’t want to hear: “We gotta do it, Andy….”
After a bit of a struggle, Andy is a good boy, takes his medicine, then hops down to the floor to wait for his kitty treats. Whew! We got through that hassle for one more day!