It's been a quiet week in Lake Bunny-Don't-Be-Gone. We're maintaining and keeping an eye on the good leg. Occasional butt baf is the extent of our excitement. Now I'm almost accustomed to it and when I get the wash my little heart does not try to jump out of my tiny chest.
I started grinding me teeth, a lot. Which gets the hoomin worried. So he calls the vet, vet is out, the staff manages to reach her, he gets a call back. All this is happening on Satruday and since it's a half-day for the vet, my hoomin goes by later and picks up Metacam for me. They left it in a box, outside the door for after hours pick up.
These past 2 days I didn't have much appetite either, thus I smell a trip to the vet once again. Maybe I'm just getting really old. Sigh...
He found out Marshmallow didn't make it through the weekend on late Sunday night. There's been a lot of quality, hanging out time.
He snapped the pixes then, after pestering me with Metacam for the night. As a rule, I says I'm not gonna take it - no matter what it is, just to make my point, you know. But, he insisted.
- Mr. Bun