Last Thursday morning we got loaded into the blue carry boxes. Then we were picked up and strapped in on the back seat of Mummy’s car. I was in my nice snuggle sac. Oscar came in beside me. We all set off which was funny, because I’ve been in a box in a car before, but I don’t remember much about it. I was nervous, because something horrid has always happened before. But I didn’t have Oscar with me before. He said everything would be fine if I let him have my snuggle sac. I wasn’t sure about this, so we had a slight argument about it, and we heard Mummy say something like ‘settle down, boys,’ so we did. He was inside the snuggle sac and I wasn’t.
Mummy took me, Dougall and Kevin to the vet last week for a checkup. She said we didn’t seem very happy at the moment. Well, she was quite right, I haven’t felt really happy since Victor died, although Colman’s birthday party was fun. We came out of mourning for Colman on Friday, in case you haven’t noticed. Seven weeks already. It doesn’t seem very long. Although we’ve been missing him for ages. Isn’t time funny?
So, we went to see Dr Sally for a ‘senior check-up’. Senior? Oh, I suppose so – it’s our fourth birthday at the end of next week. Continue reading “Oh dear :O”