Friday, August 12, 2016


Willow is getting old. He used one of his nine lives when we were away and he was boarding at the vets. He just wouldn't eat, and that doesn't work very well when you're a diabetic cat and your blood sugar goes too low because of the insulin injections.

We were lucky that the staff at Ark Vetcare took good care of him and managed to pull him back from the brink. Over the bank holiday weekend. I am so grateful

He's right as rain now, eating and sleeping and mooching around as if nothing happened at all. I'm keeping a close eye on him, though, in particular making sure that he is eating enough.

How many lives has he got left now, I wonder? I've stopped counting.

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