I can now pick up Tucker from the vet. Yesterday afternoon he threw up his food. I didn't think much of it but I made sure to keep an eye on him. We took him to the park and out with us and everything appeared fine. 11pm rolls around and he pukes up a sock. For real. Then an hour later he pukes again. This time, a glove! Who the hell eats socks and gloves!? So we took him into the vet (thankfully, they're 24hrs). It turns out that he has a fever and the blockage was causing him to get a gastro-intestional infection. They did X-rays and they were inconclusive so he had to stay overnight for a barium X-ray. Apparently everything is passing fine and he looks good. Little bastard.
Steven went to visit him today and the vet staff loves Tucker. He was sweet as usual. V and Ruby were both heartbroken that Tucker had to stay the night. We are so now getting pet insurance.
Oh yeah, plus today is Steven's birthday. What a present!
Trouble maker