Looks like Gus got dragged off to the dreaded “V.E.T.” Glad it wasn’t me! I told Gus he should eat something this morning – I even left him half of breakfast! But he didn’t listen.
Then dad came along and scooped him up and carried him away. When dad came back a few hours later, he said Gus was going to be spending the night at the vet, getting fed more critical care, getting subcutaneous fluid injections, pain medicine, and x-rays.
Last I heard, Gus was sitting in the cage at the vet, furiously biting and tearing at the towel he was sitting on. Oh well. I told him!!
Dad says Gus will probably be back tomorrow, or maybe Saturday at the latest… right when it’s supposed to start snowing a bunch out here. Good one, Gus, for making dad and mum have to go pick you up in the middle of a snowstorm!
In the meantime I am enjoying the peace and quiet.
(Ok, maybe I miss having Gus around… just a little!)