Today is a sad day, a very sad day indeed. Gavin is sick. He is so sick that I fear the worst. As much as I complain about him and say I am not a cat person, I really didn't picture my life without him for a long, long time (so long that I would joke that he would live to be 35). I am mixed with the guilt of complaining about him and an awful pain in me that the poor guy is so out of sorts. I will be taking him to the vet later today, so we can only hope for the best. Maybe I should have just let him play with the bird in the house instead of yelling at him and saving the bird last week. Oh no tears again!
Poor little puddy tat....what is wrong?
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