Guess what? Remember when I was losing weight and my mom and dad were all worried about me? I went to the evil vet who stole my blood and told mom I had pancreatitis.
Well that was then...and this is now!
The good news and the bad news. I'll start with the bad news.
I had to go back to the evil vet place because they were determined to steal more of my blood. They succeeded.
The good news is that I'm doing great and I can stop taking my medication! Woo hoo! I gained back a little more than a pound and I'm feeling awesome.
I think I should go out and celebrate. Maybe Sylvester will want to go with me....