49 pounds.
7 pounds overweight according to that nice vet
who's staying with us.
the food rations dropped even more and
I saw cucumber mixed in with my canned dog food
I ate around it but then out of desperation
and sheer starvation, ate it anyway.
they're trying to kill me, my mom and that vet.
I hope Dad saves me but he asked the vet
when Mom was gone whether all that mass
on top of my ribs was really fat, even though
I tried to convey that it was 100% muscle.
Dad seemed to believe the vet and so
my fate is sealed with less good food
and more vegetables.
I'll have to eat more mice.
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