On the 15th I took Buzz's leftover food, meds, supplement back to the vet. I hope someone else can use them.
People at the University of Missouri are doing research on degenerative myelopathy, which would have killed him if his kidneys hadn't given out first (or if the leukemia hadn't come back for him). I meant to get blood drawn and send it there so he could participate in the research, but I never did. They can also use postmortem tissue samples. I took all of his paperwork for the University of Missouri (which I'd filled out months ago) along, and if the vets could still help him be in the study, so be it.
Lots of people at the vet loved him. They were sad, too. I had thought that when I had to take him in for that last visit, it would be once last chance to see his friends, but it had been so long since we were in emergency that the Sunday-morning-five-AM-staff were strangers.
He was so uncomfortable and unhappy it probably wouldn't have made any difference to him, but it would have made some difference to me, to be amongst friends.....
(Our regular vet practice also does emergency, so going to emergency is the same building, if not the same staff..... This is very nice -- not only is it one mile from home, but they have my dogs' files on hand. And if I have to leave a dog overnight, he is already at his regular vet when the day shift comes in.)
When I got home, I noticed this bush. I haven't paid a lot of attention to it, but I think it has pale leaves. Blown out almost entirely by full sun in this otherwise-dark shot.
I never saw the squirrel until I got the pic up on "the big screen."

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