This is day 5 of my hunger strike. I am eating just enough to stay alive, but I hate all the food Linda is giving me. Tuna? Yuck. Baby food? Double Yuck. The pet food she got from the vet?
Absolutely Gag-me. I want junk food. I want hot dogs, bologna, cheese... all the delicious stuff I love. Heck, at this point even regular dog food would taste pretty good. I spend hours just licking the cats empty dish because I at least get the taste on my tongue. I guess I'll be back at the vet again this coming week. I'll probably have to be force fed with this squirting syringe the Dr. gave Linda. I'm just going to bed and dream about a good old fashion beef bone.
