Hi peeps, I'm not going to sugar coat it - it's been a tough week for me. I started off with getting chased by a dog, giving me a huge fright. Sunday I was sick and a big vomit, but felt better once it passsed. On Tuesday I didn't really move from my bed, I felt a bit rough. I took to my bed and stayed there not wanting to talk to mum. I've felt better the past few days, and been talking to mum againand wanting pats, and I ate a big dinner last night.
Mum has noticed the return of the phantom pooher again. Luckily they are little and she finds them in the shower, so they are easy to clean up.
As you may know I have renal disease and am a grand 16 years old, so mum is being gentle with me and giving me lots of love. I've got lots of warm spots to snuggle up in and am enjoying the spring sunshine.