Wolflady,

Before any of us kids were born, my mom had two cats named Micky Chick, a girl, and Jimmy Jim, a boy. Micky Chick always liked to stretch up and look into the refrigerator any time my mom or dad had it open. Only thing is, one day it accidently closed on her and broke her back. The vet recommended putting her down since she had no use of her back legs and could not empty her bladder or move her bowels (the opposite of Boosie's problem). Like me, my mom needed a little time to say goodbye, and Micky Chick was not in any pain, so she took her home. Over the ensuing days as my mom prepared to let her go, she was amazed to see that Jimmy Jim was bringing mouthfulls of food to her, dragging her to her water bowl, and dragging her outside and helping her eliminate like a mama cat does with her babies. He was grooming her and keeping her company. He was being the complete nurse! This made it even harder for my mom to put her to sleep. But very soon my mom started to notice very slight improvement - a toe twitching, a tail trembling. Very, very gradually, with Jimmy Jim's help, Micky Chick started being able to drag herself around. Then she was starting to be able to push with her back feet, even though she still could not stand up. Eventually, though, she was able to walk, was able to eliminate, and was able to make a complete recovery. This is such an old story I no longer remember the time frame in which this all happened, but the vet called it a miracle and my mom was so glad she didn't listen to him.