Max was sick earlier this week - and I guess it was pretty bad. His red blood cell count was way too low, and basically if it didn't go up, he would have died. But somehow he got miraculously healed. Seriously, the vet had no explanation, and even asked my dad if he was religious, because he had no idea how it happened.
I was really worried because I usually play with Max and take him for a walk or two when I'm home, but thanks to wedding festivities, I didn't get to see him much when I was last home. I'm definitely going to make up for that this week, though. Even thought he got better, it reminded me that he's getting up there, and won't be around forever.
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