Smoky scared us very badly yesterday. He’d been having a so-so week. After his pretty much triumphant return from having his ablation and then release back into general population he’d been getting along pretty well. He eventually started to dislike his pill pockets and so pilling him became a twice daily ritual of tracking him down and shooting pills down his throat with a pill popper.
As you may imagine that was no fun for any of us involved, least of all him.
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