I'm Back!

Hi everyone!!

Thanks dad for the post, but to paraphrase Mr. Sam, rumors of my demise have been greatly exaggerated!

Seriously though, I'm glad to be feeling better and want to thank all of you for your wishes and prayers.

It took me almost 2 weeks, but I am, as dad says, back to my old weevilish self. I think I'm back to 100%. I don't think the doctors even thought I had much of a chance. They called and were surprised to hear I was getting better a few days after I got home. Each day it has been better! But it was nip and tuck for a while there.

When I was at the hospital I couldn't eat or drink. I felt hungry when I got home, but I still couldn't really eat. I tried to jump up on the table to my bowl and couldn't make it and fell into a cooler. Dad started to cry. He picked me up and put me on the table, but I was scared. Dad thought I was a goner. Anyway, the next day I started eating some more. Dad was home and he brought some food to me and a water bowl and I started to eat and drink some. By the next day I was eating pretty well, but I was still pretty weak.

That went on for a couple of days, but by the weekend I was noticeably better. Then a few days ago I started my old habit of trying to take Misses Hiney's food and dad knew I was okay.

We don't know how long I'll be okay, but it's good to be back for now!

Ona side note, Misses Hiney sucks! She must have sensed I was sick and was trying to take advantage of me. She kept hissing and growling at me and even attacking me knowing damn well I couldn't fight back. The meanie-bo-beanie was guarding the kitchen like a freakin' gargoyle. So every time mom or dad would go to the kitchen I went with them using them as an escort past her. Now that I'm back she leaves me alone, but I will not forget this!

Anyway, thanks again for your prayers! It's great to be back! Talk to you soon!

Rooney