Poor Darby got a tooth pulled yesterday. According to the vet it had a “fracture” (i.e. was cracked). He was anesthetized and catheterized and IV’d and then his teeth were cleaned and checked.

The vet did a “geriatric” blood test to check his liver and kidney function prior to putting him under–apparently he is in excellent health.

What troubles me is the label geriatric. When we got Darby 4.5 years ago, they believed he was between 2 and 4 years old. So yesterday the vet was saying he’s probably 8 or 9. No! I cannot believe he is that age. He is young and spry and will live forever.

This is what they call living in denial.

But really, what will I ever do without him?

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