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| Since my best friend Chubs died, Mom had been keeping a pretty close eye on me. Originally, I think, it was because she knew how sad I was losing Chubs. After a while, even though I still missed him, I was feeling okay.
But then I started to lose weight, and neither of us knew why. I couldn't get enough to eat, no matter how much I DID eat. In 3 1/2 months, I was down to almost nothing and I could tell that Mom was getting more than worried.. she was scared! Finally, on Friday, June 12, she called the doctor and made an appointment for me for the following Tuesday night. I must admit that it was kinda nice, 'cause Mom kept picking me up, rubbing my neck and letting me sit on her lap all day long. But I continued to decline. By Sunday, I couldn't bring myself to eat anything (even though I was starved). I barely managed to drink any water. And Mom told someone on the phone that I had stopped purring - whatever that is. Monday morning I watched Mom on the computer and wondered where I would be that night. She must've read my mind, cause the next thing I knew I found myself being picked up by Mom and her brother and put into that stupid carrier thing and off we went. And it wasn't even Tuesday yet!
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