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Friday, December 5, 2008
Monday, November 10, 2008
Simon's Surgery
Well it has been a long time since my last post. Nothing much exciting has happened to blog about, until a few months ago. It was the end of September, I wasn't feeling very well. I was throwing up everywhere, couldn't contain the food in my stomach and felt really really sick.
After about two days of this, dad decided to take me to the vet (mom was visiting her grandmother who was getting ready for heart surgery). At the vet, my least favorite place, they took pictures of my belly, poked and prodded me with sharp objects, I didn't know which was worse - feeling sick or the torture at the vet. The pictures showed that there was something strange in my belly. But I didn't remember eating anything unusual. The people in white coats sent me home with some medication but that didn't seem to help.
I had to go back to the vet for the second time and take more pictures. The strange thing in my belly had seemed to move a bit but not enough to make a difference. I still couldn't eat, and still felt sick. I heard the people in the white coats say that I had to go to a different place for an "emergency surgery". The last time I had surgery, I lost my manhood. I was so scared. What was wrong with me?
My dad took me the very next day, bright and early, into the animal hospital for a visit. There were even more people in white coats with big machines! I had no idea where I was. My dad was trying to comfort me as best he could. But I was still very, very scared. The people in white coats told my dad that I needed an "exploratory surgery". What did this mean!? Why was I so sick?
It turned out that all the bathing that I was doing became the cause of my illness. I had accumulated so much fur in my belly and didn't cough up enough furballs, that my body attempted to digest it and eventually lodged in my intestine. What an experience! I also learned that it's not an uncommon thing to happen to us long-haired cats and even some dogs too. That's why it's really important for moms and dads to brush us often to get rid of the excess fur. I'm sure this was a hard lesson for my parents, as well as me. I was happy though, that my life was saved.
A special thanks to Dr. Peck at the Veterinary Specialty Hospital for saving my life!
After about two days of this, dad decided to take me to the vet (mom was visiting her grandmother who was getting ready for heart surgery). At the vet, my least favorite place, they took pictures of my belly, poked and prodded me with sharp objects, I didn't know which was worse - feeling sick or the torture at the vet. The pictures showed that there was something strange in my belly. But I didn't remember eating anything unusual. The people in white coats sent me home with some medication but that didn't seem to help.I had to go back to the vet for the second time and take more pictures. The strange thing in my belly had seemed to move a bit but not enough to make a difference. I still couldn't eat, and still felt sick. I heard the people in the white coats say that I had to go to a different place for an "emergency surgery". The last time I had surgery, I lost my manhood. I was so scared. What was wrong with me?
My dad took me the very next day, bright and early, into the animal hospital for a visit. There were even more people in white coats with big machines! I had no idea where I was. My dad was trying to comfort me as best he could. But I was still very, very scared. The people in white coats told my dad that I needed an "exploratory surgery". What did this mean!? Why was I so sick?
It turned out that all the bathing that I was doing became the cause of my illness. I had accumulated so much fur in my belly and didn't cough up enough furballs, that my body attempted to digest it and eventually lodged in my intestine. What an experience! I also learned that it's not an uncommon thing to happen to us long-haired cats and even some dogs too. That's why it's really important for moms and dads to brush us often to get rid of the excess fur. I'm sure this was a hard lesson for my parents, as well as me. I was happy though, that my life was saved.
A special thanks to Dr. Peck at the Veterinary Specialty Hospital for saving my life!
Monday, January 28, 2008
Simon and Cool on Another Whirl-Wind Adventure
Okay, so Cool went on the adventure to Yosemite National Park while I basked in peace at home.
Here is Cool with dad at Yosemite (lucky dog)!
That's right, mom and dad took me, Cool, to Yosemite. What I great time! We stayed at this little quaint bed and breakfast called The Groveland Inn (yes they allowed dogs), just 30 miles outside the park gate. It sure was cold but the scenery was like none I'd ever seen.
Lots and lots of trees! What more could a dog ask for?
Sunday, January 27, 2008
The Tail that Wags the Dog
Why is it that every time I sit on the couch, 'the dog' likes to walk by and wag its tail in my face?! One of these days...I'll get that dog.
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