It’s been two weeks since June Buggie was hurt.
For several days he remained confined to Rumpy’s crate that was converted into a makeshift hospital ward. There was room for a litter box, food, water, and a towel to lie on, but no room to move around, which was good because he didn’t need to be moving around.
After five days of confinement I set him free. The first thing he did was run up and down the stairs. I figured if he could do that he could take care of himself. He didn’t want to take his pain meds, but the steroids were liquid so I was able to get them down him fairly easily.
At first he limped. Then he put weight on his leg but his paw was turned upside down. The vet seemed hopeful that he was putting weight on his leg.
And at two weeks he walks with his paw upright. He is still not 100%, but he keeps getting better. At this point it seems he’s going to recover fully. I am relieved.
Rumpy is still getting used to the new digs. We walk each morning and most evenings.
And me? I am glad to be back in Tennessee. Florida is a great place to visit, but I don’t want to live there again.