day 73

Poor Charlie. His claws grow so quickly these days and he is NOT a fan of having them trimmed. He hates it so much, in fact, that I have to sedate him and take him to the vet to have it done. Even under sedation, the techs always look a bit traumatized when they bring him back out to the waiting room.
When we got home I put some beds in his favorite daytime spot, right in front of the sliding glass door in the kitchen, so he could lay in the sun to recover. He had a hard time walking by then and didn't quite make it onto to the beds before collapsing. Pathetic.