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Mercy dash to the vet this morning with Frank, who threw up all over everything (including Tim) and then crawled into the kitchen cupboard to sulk. Had to leave him there (the vet, not the cupboard) for a House-like battery of tests. Poor little sausage.

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Frank has pancreatitis. The vet says this can happen without any obvious cause, and is likely to sort itself out with our needing to do anything more than keep him hydrated etc. She wants to keep him in the hospital for 48 hours. The problem is that he's supposed to go to the cattery on Monday, for ten days, and there's no way to know if he'll be well enough in time. Even if he is, I don't know whether he might have a relapse during that time. This is going to be an interesting couple of days. I better go look at my travel insurance details.