Gwynn, sunbathing
So, last week was pretty bad for me. Actually, it was really bad, which is why I haven’t been around online.
It started off well enough. My 14-year-old cat, Gwynn, seemed her lovey, healthy, usual self. Sometime late Monday night/early Tuesday morning, something went horribly wrong. We woke up to hear her growling and chuffing. She looked like a cat possessed. We couldn’t get near her without her freaking out. I called the animal hospital in a panic, and they could hear her in the background. They said we should bring her in right away.