Poor, poor Tom

I took Tom on his final car-ride today.

He had been really lethargic, and made an awful mess in the house.

We just knew he wasn't coming back from the vet.

The old fraud had "a bit of an infection, give him these tablets"

He's as right as rain again now.

Eating dog-dinner and left-overs, his best meal!

Next time, Tom, next time....