Max's annual checkup was due today and surprise surprise, since he is 6 years old, it turned out to be his first senior checkup. A "tailor" made blood work to scrutinize the proper functioning of all major body parts. He has patches of grey slowly blossoming but in his mind and body he is still that little 8 week old boy I held in my arms 6 years ago. I know... there will be day when Vet will be my psuedo-God but for now, I hate visiting them and pretty much hate everything about them.
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