I brought Remy in because he had coughed.
Not a small cough. A honking, twenty-second episode that woke me out of a dead sleep at 2 AM. He shook himself off like nothing happened. I spent the rest of the night on my phone trying to figure out what it meant.
His vet listened to his chest. She pulled up his chart. She asked what he had been eating.
I told her. Salmon and sweet potato. Premium grain-free. Same bag for the last two years.
She nodded. She made a note. Then she looked up at me.
"There's something I want to talk to you about," she said. "I don't usually bring this up. But given what you're describing, I think you should know."
I remember thinking: that is not what you want to hear from your vet.