CHARLIE got home last night. He is a shadow of his former – happy, follow me to every room, lick your bare legs or your pants – self…but I will take a shadow of Charlie over NO Charlie any day. He is pretty pitiful…and yet I am amazed at how strong he is..hoisting up the good half of his body to hobble outside to pee. Drinking from his bowl. Doing his business….Not to be too graffic, but I think the anesthesia made it hard for him to pee at first. Last night, he would whimper, I would take him out, and a mere trickle…then….in the middle of the night he had probably the first accident he has ever had in his life…and then he kept whimpering so I took him outside again and honey…the damn burst and he peed for probably 5 solid minutes…I do not exaggerate…and he seemed dramatically more comfortable after that!
He just looks at me with those eyes that stole my heart 4 years ago…and I want to cry…but he is home and every day he will get better and stronger and I just have to remember that. Thank you from Charlie and I for keeping us close to your hearts this week…It really made all the difference in the world.
See you Monday!!!