So quiet and empty...

Apollo is sick.  He's at the vet with pancreatitis and a possible obstruction.  The house is so quiet and empty here without him...  It's a long story, but essentially I cleaned out the burnt grease drippings from my bbq and left that in a plastic bag on the bbq meaning to spread it on my garden.  But then I forgot about it and Apollo got into it and ate the burnt grease.

In general I like my vet clinic.  They have great hours, they are (mostly) accepting of the fact that I feed raw and don't vaccinate.  And the three vets have been there as long as I've been taking the animals there, which has to be about 6 years now.

But what I don't like about them is that they aren't staffed 24 hrs.  Apollo went there this afternoon and spent his afternoon and evening at the clinic.  Then at 7pm I had to go pick him up and take him and his films, stool sample and IV apparati to the overnight emergency clinic about 500 meters away.  Tomorrow morning I get to pick him up at 7am and take him back to my normal vet clinic.  The worst part of this is how HAPPY Apollo was when I picked him up.  He was so excited to be going home... but I just took him to another clinic where more strangers poked and prodded him and stuck their fingers up his butt.



Yay! We're going home!



Where are we now??  Get me out of here!



I'm telling Apollo to be brave. Poor guy.

Some blood results in the high range...

A sample of what still remains in Apollo's instestines.  What you don't see is the little metal slivers that were once hairs on my grill brush.  That's gotta hurt coming out. 

Foster misses his best buddy.  But not as much as I do :(