Lily here. I think he gets tired more quickly. We go out and he’s the one wanting to come back in first instead of me. Mom talked to the vet today and got permission to increase one of the pain meds he’s on as well as the icky stuff he takes for his arthritis. (And it is icky– smells like dead ferrets. No offense to any live ferrets who might be reading this.) But I don’t mind him taking more meds– it means more pieces of cheese for me too! Woof!
Buddy’s doing okay but… August 1, 2009