But a MIRACLE happened that horrible morning in December. I got up out of bed and walked out to the living area and guess who was sitting there up and alert with his tail wagging with a toy in his mouth? Tiger than RAN and jumped on the bed, grabbed another toy and started playing with the other dogs. He was excited, barking with joy, his emotions were so intense and filled my soul with gratitude. I've never been so relieved, but knew, based on the previous year, the most likely would be temporary. So, I called Dr. Scheff and just told, "not today". She was thrilled.
We all went to the park and I let him be a dog. He played and played and ran and jumped and, of course, I kept him under control so as not to 'overdo it'. But being I hadn't seem him do any of that for weeks, I tried to allow him as much freedom as possible.
I still took the day off and just loved on him, fed him everything healthy. No cookies, just health. He loved his warm stew of lentils and veggies and of course kibble.