Sorry for not posting any new recipes or garden rants over the last few days. My 15-year-old, blind Maine Coon, Commodore Howell "Howie" Davis had another seizure, and this morning began with me rushing him to the vet. He's my cuddle-monkey. We spoon in bed. I don't want to lose him.
We have a great vet, who has a great staff, and I know that he's being taken care of while they wait for the bloodwork results. It's just that since he's blind, I'm worried that he's not sure where he is.
We have a great vet, who has a great staff, and I know that he's being taken care of while they wait for the bloodwork results. It's just that since he's blind, I'm worried that he's not sure where he is.
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