Storm, replete with tubes in his paw, blood draining out of his stomach, water dish lying empty
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stood to attempt licking my face, slight wag of the tail, ears perked slightly when I asked, "Wanna come home?"
The news I have held my breath for, the news I gingerly asked for is here:
Me: "When will you be comfortable thinking he's gonna make it and the stomach won't turn necrotic?"
Vet: "I'm thinking he's gonna make it; I'm thinking he's going home... maybe even tomorrow."
And then tears... of relief, of joy, of finally NOT losing something precious to me.
Storm Trooper Extraordinaire.
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stood to attempt licking my face, slight wag of the tail, ears perked slightly when I asked, "Wanna come home?"
The news I have held my breath for, the news I gingerly asked for is here:
Me: "When will you be comfortable thinking he's gonna make it and the stomach won't turn necrotic?"
Vet: "I'm thinking he's gonna make it; I'm thinking he's going home... maybe even tomorrow."
And then tears... of relief, of joy, of finally NOT losing something precious to me.
Storm Trooper Extraordinaire.
2 comments:
That is fantastic news!
Excellent news! It should make you a believer in Provers 3:5. Enjoy your time with him this weekend and let him savor the coolness of your own floor.
If I could get it to you I'd donate stuff for the garage sale because the only cause better than paying for Storm's recovery is you paying for school.
Have a great weekend!
PACSMan
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