Buster here, I’m writing my first post- kind of exciting! Lots of news to report on. My gastroenteritis came back, so I had to go back to the V-E-T and get a shot to stop my diarrhea before it got to the bad part where it got at the end of the summer when Finchy and I both wound up at the animal hospital.
Finchy turned 10 on Howl-ween. We got to help hand out candy on his birthday- and bark at the costumes that were scary. Finchy had to go to the hospital for an overnight stay a couple weeks ago. He was throwing up blood again. He tested positive for Pan-kre-titis. The vet told Mom and Dad that he also thinks Finchy has intestinal cancer (the C word- yuck), and they could check by doing an ultrasound. He thinks that because even though Finchy tested positive for Pan-kre-titis, he didn’t fit the profile, but he fits the profile for cancer. Mom and Dad didn’t want to do one at that time, because Finchy was doing better (and they kind of don’t want to know). So, Finchy has been kind of grumpy for a few weeks, but yesterday he wrestled with me again for the first time in a long time. And last night he ate his dinner for the first time- which bummed me out because I always eat his dinner.
Mom took me rollerblading to run off some of my energy. It had been a while, and I got a little spooked, so Mom got a bit of road rash at the beginning. I told her I was sorry and she got back up and we kept going. She was pretty slow at first (I think she didn’t want to eat the road again) but then we found our rhythym again and had a pretty good time.
I think that’s pretty much all the updates now. My family keeps talking about Thanksgiving. My other family kept me outside, so I don’t know what this means, but I think it will be fun. Oh, I know, sometimes I sleep on the bed with Finchy and they don’t kick me off. That’s nice too- I used to have to sleep outside before they adopted me.
Now I’m done.