it shouldn't be much of a surprise. i was going to take him in friday but my normal vet wasn't there and i didn't want to put him down without her opinion. i thought it was weird that she had never mentioned it but my mom said that she wouldn't say anything until i said something. anyway, i kept handfeeding him but it was bad. he was afraid of everything because i am pretty sure he couldn't see. he couldn't have hurt me but he was never mean, ever, before this last week. anyway he was dead sunday morning so the poor guy had to spend the day in the fridge. i want an autopsy. i want to know what he had. four months ago he was trying to do it with everything that moved. he was only 3 and a half, maybe four.
anyway, here is to stew, gracie, gertie and walter
this is my favorite picture of walter because you can see his pretty chin
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vonnie
***The first law of dietetics seems to be: if it tastes good, it's bad for you. — Issac Asimov ***



