My Mr. isn't doing very well. She got up in a tither today and hauled him off to the people emergency vet place. We didn't get brekky although she told the idiot Marine to feed us and walk us. He's had a stroke...and SHE said it wasn't anything like me getting a stroke from my Mr. I'm very lonely. Puffy's not much company. He sleeps a LOT. And the idiot Marine went back to bed and forgot all about us. She finally came home a while ago and fed us after yelping at the IM. She's going to be at the people vet center thingy for a while and asked if I could ask all my doggie friends to have their peeps pray for my Mr. I sure miss him.
And maybe her too.