|Gus, "It's an OK saaaalad, so what!?"
|Gus, "I thought you would know better by now."
|Charlie, "He's hoping we're gonna do something, ain't he?"
|Espresso, "I'll deal with you later."
The week started with 'Spresso going to the V. E. T. on Tuesday morning. He sounded very raspy, so my hoomin whisked him off to see the doc. Everything turned out OK - his x-ray didn't show any lung problems. But he got conjunctivitis in his right eye again. So the poor guy is getting eyedrops and an oral antibiotic.
The good news is that 'Spressy is taking the meds in stride, and we don't hear any fussing about it. He's in very good spirits and maintains a buntastic appetite.
In other news, my hoomins younger brother is gone. Today he would have been forty-nine. The not-unexpected call came in this Wednesday afternoon. It's a very confusing time now. The fog of grief feels very thick at the moment. There's very little to be done and plenty of time on paw to mind bun's breath.
And to think that twenty-twenty-three is still very young.
We'll keep you posted!