A couple days later I made an appointment for the veterinarian. The worker had given me a number for an exotic pet doctor in the area who accepted smurfs. There was no pressing reason for our visit, merely making sure all the important matters were attended to in order to make sure Gus lived a healthy life. A baseline physical if you will. I had placed the small creature inside of a travel carrier and taken him with me across town to where the vets office was located. He had cried and huddled into a ball for the first couple of minutes the smurf was inside, but got acclimated after a while of driving. His attention turned to the moving images and quick movements of the outside window, relaxing the infant enough to allow somewhat comfortable travel.
Arriving at the office, I came through the front door and gave them my name. After sitting for a couple minute, I was directed to another room where the doctor would meet me. As the door closed behind the assistant, I was left alone in the dull gray clinical room. It was quiet, so I decided to let Gus out from the carrier. The lilliputian creature poked his head out from the trap door and gave me a little squeak. It reached out and grabbed my finger as I lifted it up from the cage and to my shirt pocket, where he liked to lay at times while I was busy in the house. He played with my fingers while we waited. The minutes went by before I heard some shuffling out in the hallway. The door across from us then opened as an older looking man came in. The man introduced himself as Dr. Walter Folme. He was a tanned man with receding grey hair and round spectacles. He was a chatty fellow, who had an intensity in his eyes. He directed me to place Gus on a nearby table as he brought over a set of examination tools. Dr. Folme was pleasant to me but seemed to pay no mind to Gus, as he roughly stripped him of his clothing. He paid no mind as he roughly yanked Gus's hat and casually tossed it over to me. Gus looked around in confusion and chirped slightly, turning to me for encouragement. He held out an arm as Dr. Folme continued to chat and manipulate him. The doctor preformed several exams, such as moving Gus's joints to check for pain or tapping on him to test reflexes. Gus started to develop a redness in his face, as he became embarrassed at his being handled by the giant. He tried to squirm from the doctors grasp yet was overpowered each time he tried to escape. He looked at me, pleading for me to end his torment. I could only sit and watch as the doctor did what he had to do in order to keep my smurf healthy. When the worst came, the good doctor allowed me to cradle him as he took out a stethoscope to listen to his heart. The coldness of the metal made Gus cry out as it was pressed on him, causing him to scurry rapidly. I almost dropped him with how much he was trying to get away. I apologized to the doctor and softly took Gus in my grasp. I sat down on a chair and pet him softly, telling him how necessary this was and how I would never do anything to harm him. My affection started to warm him and with some reluctance the smurf allowed me to lay him down on the examination table for the doctor to get his readings. He clutched at my finger with all his might as he flinched when the cold metal was once again pressed at him, this time in his chest. A tear fell from his eye as he waited for the doctor to finished. When it was finally over, I congratulated the little creature and kissed its soft little head. I told him how brave he was as I lightly scratched his back and got him dressed again. I slipped on his little hat as the doctor instructed us on our follow up appointment, which we made for several months. The doctor waved Gus good bye as we left, to which the little smurf waved back from the bars of its carrier. The car ride home was uneventful and over quick. After settling in with a nice warm dinner for the two of us, I sat on the couch and gave Gus his nightly bottle while I watched television. After some rocking and slight humming, I managed to get the little baby smurf to lull into a deep sleep. I took him to his room and placed him into his sleeping cage. The little baby sleepily fumbled its way into the many folds of its bedding and plopped itself down, snoring away not even before I got to the door. I blew my smurf a kiss before I shut the door and made way to my own slumber.