Thank you for all your prayers for me and my Mom. I'm looking a little weary but I'm still standin', so don't count me out!
I slipped out for groceries today and brought some chicken home for an early dinner since I hadn't eaten lunch. When I got home, Puddy was lying on the back of the sofa on the blanket w/the heating pad underneath it, which means she was able to hop up there all by herself. Just a couple of days ago, she was too weak to manage. Then when she smelled the chicken, she came trit -trotting into the kitchen, so I took a chance and gave her a little bite. She ate it and wanted more, so I kept giving her bites until she'd had enough and walked away. Of course, the rest of the fur posse said "HEY! Do we have to get sick to get some chicken around here?!" so I ended up feeding most of my dinner to them. But who cares. My heart needed to see Puddy stronger and able to eat like that. My eyes are tearing up as I type this. The emotion is so bittersweet. I'm happy that Puddy is feeling better, yet sad at the thought of this house being w/out her. Ok, 'nuf o' that. I originally posted just so you could see that Puddy is doing better. Much better. Thank you for all your prayers and encouragement, friends. I love you all.
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