Today was a lot like yesterday. I was fine for a little bit, then I was took a turn for the worse.
I started my morning by crawling into the dog kennel with Zowie...
Then I wanted Jasper.
Three's company, right? (No, Daddy is not a horrible dad, I did this completely on my own in a matter of a minute or so. Then Daddy made me get out.)
Of course, it's not a party until Joe the cat joins in!
And then, poof! I took a turn for the worse.
No, Daddy, I don't want to eat (I haven't eaten much since I got sick).
Just miserable.
I've been to the doctor a couple more times this week. Now they gave me a steroid to help my breathing along with the breathing machine. When I breath it's so raspy that it sounds like someone slurping the last drops of a drink with a straw.
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