Little man wasn’t feeling good this weekend. Had to take him to the vet. Now, you have to understand he hates the vet’s office. I mean, if you had four or five different surgeries in a matter of two years you’d hate it too. Anyways, because he hates them, they in turn do not like to see him either.

Well, he had to go today. Had to be sedated. I’m about to go find out the results and make sure he’s ok. Poor guy. This would have been easier if he could have just told me what was wrong with him.