Do you remember when we first met, and I told you that I was about two years old?
Well, I had to go to the vet’s the other day for some dental work (don’t ask), and Legs1 asked him what he thought of the rescue group’s age estimation for me (about two years old last December, meaning I’d be about 2.75 now).
The guy didn’t even have the courtesy to beat around the bush! Instead, he blurted out that I might be in “early middle age,” maybe in the four- to six-years-old range!!
OH MY GOD!
Suddenly I don’t feel so well. And look, I’ve grown a grizzle:
Bring on the Geritol, the AARP membership, and the soft foods.
I need to go lie down for a while. But I have to be careful: as My Little Pony always says, “Sleep is like death.”