Gus suddenly wasn’t feeling good this weekend, and though mum & dad took him to the vet right away, Sunday morning he couldn’t get up very well and he was very cold – so I snuggled up to him to try and keep him warm. But mum & dad said it wasn’t enough, and he had to go to the emergency room – but he didn’t come back.
It’s a little weird now not having to fight over the best bits of dinner, or squeeze past anybun in the cardboard tunnel, but mum & dad have been talking to me a lot and giving me lots of pats (no thanks) and treats (yes please).
Mum & dad seem pretty upset, but I’m not too worried about it – I’ll see Gus again someday.
Goodbye, Gus – I’ll leave some pellets in the bowl for you (but the kale is mine!).
Wait, what do you mean by “moving?” I didn’t give you permission to move!
We’re just going to sit here until you put all the furniture back the way it was.
Even though dad says we’re not moving far, and that we’ll have a yard to play in (while supervised), a garden to grow food & treats for us, and a bigger house to explore, I’m still not happy with the changes.