I told you, summer was going to be bad. Wraggs got sick. She was throwing up a lot and Mom knew something was wrong. She put Wraggs in the moving box and they went to see the mean doctor lady. Mean doctor lady went on vacation but her replacement, other mean doctor lady, was there and took blood to find out what was going on with Wraggs. They called Mom later that day and gave her the bad news. Renal failure. Mom was upset. I didn't know what that meant but I was sure it wasn't good. Wraggs got special food for doggies that are sick. She hated it. She refused to eat it. She refused to eat cat food. She was really sick.
One night Mom got up to see where I was. She didn't put on her glasses (Mom is really myopic) so she couldn't find me. I was hiding in plain sight!
Mom took care of that hunky orange kitty Tiger for his Mom and Dad when they went on a vacation. She didn't bring him home for me to fawn over. I guess she didn't want to make the heathens feel less worthy than they already are. Mom went over to his house every day, visited Tiger and she swam. SWAM. In water! I'm pretty sure that is illegal.
While Mom was out of the house the heathens, well, were heathenistic.
This is Wraggs and Hermie together. You can see she isn't feeling wonderful cause she let a heathen close to her. Actually Wraggs thought the heathens were pretty darned good.
Wraggs had some good days so Mom took her outside to get some pretty pictures of her.
Summer moves on here. Someone joins us and someone leaves us. Be prepared.