So many things that could be said.
So many ideas rolling around inside my brain.
But I can’t think, because something’s wrong with June Buggie.
He didn’t try to run outdoors with the dogs like he usually does. When we came back inside, I found him still in the bedroom.
And then I saw the dried blood on his tail.
He won’t let me touch it, even to clean. I did manage to get a bit of ointment on it, but he howled when I did that much. I’m thinking an abscess that’s burst. But we won’t know until the wound’s been cleaned and examined.
Well, nothing to be done but arrange a trip to the vet.
Oh, it tears me up to see June Buggie like that.