Max has arthritis in his spine. His bloodwork was perfect, his right hip is fine, his left hip is all jacked up with arthritis, and his spine--especially the lower back--is a mess.
He now has the tippy-top super-duper prescription glucosamine supplements from Hades, a bottle of generic Rimadyl, and a bad sedative hangover. Luckily, he's a meditative drunk rather than the pacing, panting sort.
That's him, passed out with his head on the nice cool bathroom tile. Poor guy.
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