Because just when you thought things could not possibly get any worse…
Bubba is not doing so well.
Lately he’s taken to sleeping in the bathroom closet. This morning after he ate breakfast, Bubba jumped from the sink to a shelf in the bathroom closet and napped on the towels. I had field work to complete today, so I left him there. He was in the same spot when I got home. He came out to cuddle and fuss at me for awhile. Now he’s asleep under the end table in the living room.
I haven’t rushed to the vet because he’s eating, drinking water, and peeing. He just had bloodwork done a month ago and all was OK. And besides, this could be a case of me being hyper-sensitive.
I confess another reason I’ve resisted making the call is that lately going to the vet has been nothing but bad news.
Before you fear the worst, let me say that vets have been telling me for 4 years now that Bubba was at the end of his 9th life, yet he’s outlived DeDe, Rumpy, Malachi, and his brother June Buggie. I’m not counting him out now either.
But I am concerned.
Do you think I should take him in?