Jory threw up. Completely undigested meat log and kibble: brown. It reminded me of a certain south park. He had his sad ears. Hurling is never a good time.
Sad ears accompanied blanket to the washing machine with a micro vigil. Though I think that was more him wanting to lick what remained than sorrow. :)
He had been going back and forth between my bed and the floor, panting much/hard, and leaning close to us prior, so now he is much more comfortable and perky.
I hope that he digests food normally after this.
Maybe it was his "fermenting" femur bone.
His morning food was okay.
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