I've been to see the vet once before. I had my mouth checked and my ears. I found out how much I weigh. I got poked with a needle, which really didn't bother me at all. The humans there cuddled me and gave me treats.
I was there again a couple of days ago and I can't remember anything about it! I came home feeling horrible and sick. It feels like someone cut off one of my back legs. Good thing I've been to college, because I've counted my legs and I've still go two in the front and two in the back. So I guess it's something else.
I'm going back to sleep now.
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