Keiran the vet says he's much better than he was on Friday—why yes, yes he is!—and the leg movement is indeed Good News.
'He hasn't really been making faeces', though, because he's not really been eating much, and he still has the catheter in—it will come out on Wednesday—so we still don't know if he can Go Independently, but Keiran seemed much more optimistic overall that if his legs are moving, then hopefully his bladder muscles (?) have not been damaged. I think that's what he said. Are bladder muscles a thing?
Anyway, it's so far, so good. Chap seems sanguine about his circumstances; rolled over without wincing, gave me an old-fashioned look for leaving, but had a gob and a half full of Aldi chicken, so perhaps, tomorrow, he might make some faeces. Go Lou.
(I should also note I had a nice chat with another of the nurses, Sammy, who looked about 15, but who I am sure is actually completely competent and was definitely lovely, who mentioned to me that the nurses tend to see things the vets don't, and she was quite cheerful about m'lad's progress, particularly in the eating department.)
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