These past few days, he’s not been himself.
By “not himself”, I mean that Monster has not been nagging for food, annoying everyone by asking for food and generally demanding food. And what food he has, he doesn’t finish his bowl! Something is not right.
I phoned the vet surgery who said he should be seen today, so OH and I took Himself in.
Monster was less than impressed by our decision.
And all semblance of dignity went out of the window at this stage!
He weighed in at 6.4kg.
Yes, you heard that correct. But poor love had a very slight temperature.
One injection (long-lasting antibiotic) and a bottle of painkiller to take home (vet wisely gave the first dose), we are now in the “see how he gets on” scenario.
Possibly it was somebody that Monster ate who dared to disagree with him, or he is coming down with cat ‘flu as per usual. I made him walk home from the car, parked outwith – exercise is good for you, isn’t it?
The dogs were pleased to see their old “friend” back.
I was ignored, and not thanked for my chauffeur services.
Anywho I got on with worming all the horses and ponies.
And called it a dog walk, hoping no one noticed that we didn’t actually go very far. Monster came whingeing along too, which I took as a good sign.
So, we’ll see how we get on and take it from there. Poor Monster. The indignity of it all.
