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I get home from work this afternoon to a foul stench permeating the house. I begin my search to find a pool of something indiscernible. It may have been diarrhea, it may have been puke... it may have been both on the foyer tile. I struggled not to gag just approaching it. As the mystery unraveled, it became clear that Sir Henry was sick. It appeared to be self inflicted as he ate something that didn't agree with him. He was wheezing and shaking as I've never seen. My first thought was poison. I scoured the living space looking for something that could be causing his reaction... or the remnants of something. The closest I could find were chewed pieces of dried seed pods and some pine cones that were part of a holiday basket Camron gave us last year to serve as kindling. They were coated in wax and some sort of decorative color, but I didn't think it was toxic. Long story short, $270.00 worth of exams, x-rays, IV pain killer, meds, etc. later, Henry is home and resting. Erin and I had plans for a nice dinner out tonight. There's nothing like a $300.00 tummy ache to kick that straight in the nuts.
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