I'm getting a small taste of what Kirby had to go through when he visited the vet.  Poor Kirby had no idea what the trips to the vet were even for.  He'd get in the car, which he never like to do anyways, and we'd drive to the vet.  He'd start trembling as soon as we got in the parking lot.  I can relate.  Same thing happens to me when I get to the Dr's office. 

I'm glad my leg held out while he was around.  If I'd have pulled my calf while he needed help, I'm not sure I could have carried him around the way I did.  And assisting him to walk on his own by bending over and carrying his back legs would have been out of the question.  Though, I'm sure I would have found some way to make it happen. 

I hope you're having MUCH more fun than I am Kirby.  See you one of these days.