My vet doesn’t work Sundays, because animals obviously don’t get hurt on Sunday.

The Boy tackled him yesterday while playing in the back yard, so now his hips are giving him pain.

How much? He won’t jump and put his paws on your chest, even if you tell him too. He just sits at perfect attention in front of you, fairly quivering, with this look that says “I really, really want to do what you’re telling me to do, but I can’t, so please don’t be mad at me.”

Crying. Hang on.

Last night, before I knew what was going on or what had caused it, I noticed he was acting funny. I was downstairs watching TV and he sat on the floor in front of me with his head up. He wouldn’t get up on the couch, and he didn’t want to go up the stairs. He just sat there watching me for 75 minutes straight. Sending me a message with his eyes.

He wants me to fix it and I don’t know HOW.