Yesterday morning, I woke up to see a big cat laying on Brian. He was stroking the purring kitty. I asked him if that was Rocky. He said it was.
It had been over a month since Rocky came into the bedroom in the morning.
Last night, after the cats were fed and Rocky had gotten his meds, he wanted out. I let him. He went over to a dirt area and peed a bunch, then came running back inside.
Then he turned around and wanted back out. I let him go. He ran over to the swing and laid under it. I watched him, then went over and scootched him out. He went out of my reach, then over to one of the legs of the swing (it's an old cedar swing), stretched himself up and started scratching at it.
That's also been a while.
So, his foot is still hurting, it's only been four days, but it must be feeling a lot better for him to be this much more active. He's putting a little more weight on it each time I see him walking. It's going to be a while until it's as close to normal as it ever will be, but he's making progress.
He wasn't thrilled with his meds last night, but they're necessary if he's ever going to recover from the crypto.
But it makes me smile to see him being a little more active. It gives me hope.
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