Retired Pro Athlete Waiting At the Bridge

So I am 11 months post diagnosis and 10 months post amputation.  How do you celebrate this?  With xrays of course.  And I am still clean.  🙂

So the humans have declared me healthy and whole.  Instead of a cake, my food and water have been moved back into the kitchen instead of by my bed.  I did get a can of sardines though.

Cookie likes me eating with her again.  She is no longer over eating and maybe can lose some of the weight she has gained.  I was a little upset about losing my special place but I actually like things completely going back to normal.

Which brings me to the next chapter.  I got scared of a thunderstorm a couple of weeks ago.  I do not mind lightning, it is the loud noise that bothers me.  Same with gun shots.  There were no humans available to comfort me and the gate was open so I climbed all 15 stairs by myself to find a human to cuddle with.  Cookie and I hung out in the office all day.  It was great.  I had not been upstairs in 10 months.   Getting back down was not so bad either so the humans are going to set up our beds again upstairs and the pack will be together at least on the weekends.