
Turns out there was a shot at getting him to town today if we hurried, and since Neighbor L was willing we jumped in her truck and did it.
There’s nothing obviously wrong with him, of course, so he’s getting the usual whole workup and hopefully that won’t turn out to be as useless as it usually does.
















































Having pets is like having little kids, they can’t tell what’s wrong, but you know something is up. Most of the time it’s nothing serious, but you never know.
Good luck – it’s always tough when they don’t feel good but they can’t tell you what’s wrong.
My sincere wish is that this ends up being a total waste of time and money. But doesn’t discourage you from taking the same precaution if something similar happens again!