Louis update 22 March 2014

Louis Update Saturday Morning:

I visited Mr Lou again this morning. They took the collar off him as he kept more or less knocking it off anyway, so it was a lot easier to give him head rubs and ear scratches. He was again very smoochy, but not quite so desperate to push himself into me! I took in cans of the Aldi chicken that he really likes, and he licked at the gravy, but at first wouldn't eat it more than that. So then I tried him with a sachet of the Aldi beef mince he also adores, but he didn't even really sniff at it. Later, though, he ate some of the chicken, properly ate some—not a lot, but some, so that was good. I'm pretty sure it's all he's eaten since Wednesday morning.

I also observed him several times gently stretching and raising his back legs—both of them, even the left leg, which is the one they're most worried about. I told the nurses and vet, and they said that was good news. They're all so lovely there, and are more than happy for me to stay as long as I want with him (I was there about an hour). Oh, and they found the food I took in on Thursday! IT was in a plastic bin full of dog kibble!

I feel a bit more optimistic, having seen this tiny improvement for myself. And he was grooming himself as well, which is excellent. Let's hope it continues! And yes, it is very early days, and a long, long road ahead.

When Louis first went in on Wednesday night, there was a smallish black and white cat in one of the cages, on a drip and looking pretty miserable. His family came in to visit him today. He's off the drip, and they were able to take him out for a cuddle. And, oh, how he cried! Wah-woooong! Wah-wong! and flung himself into his people. Mostly, into the dad of the family—6 foot plus, sleeve tattoos, ear keepers and eyebrow piercing, bald and a goatee, and he kissed and cuddled his little boy, and crooned to him and it was the sweetest thing. Just like Jackson Galaxy! The kids and the wife barely got a look in.

I'm exhausted. Am going to try and get some work done this afternoon. If you're waiting on something from me, apologies. And please keep thinking good thoughts for my baby boy.