I’m Going To Die
January 17, 2012
I don’t feel too good. Mommy says she made me an appointment to see the vet on Thursday because that’s the soonest she could get me in. I hope I don’t get even more sick by then. My ear was bleeding this morning. Mommy says I just nicked it with my nail when I scratched it, but she wants it checked out to make sure I don’t have an infection.
Me…I think I’m dying. I think I’m bleeding from my brain, and I’m going to leave this world way too soon. Now that I think about it I think I see blurry spots in my eyes, and I’m hearing strange noises. I hope I’m not turning into one of those hypochondriacs!
Maybe the vet will make it all better. He’ll probably stick the welch allyn otoscope in my ear, and then he’ll send me home with a prescription for antibiotics. I like it when I get antibiotics because I get extra treats to help me take them! If it’s something worse and I die I’m sure you’ll hear about it. We know Alley can’t keep his mouth shut when he has juicy gossip about me!
