Morris had his first therapy session today. I was crunched for time and almost literally threw his crate on the counter, shouted ".15 of buprenex" and ran out the door. Later, I called to make sure they had all the stats on Morris and apologized for my haste. I will say as soon as I set his crate on the counter, Morris came to the front of the crate to greet the receptionist. What the?!?! Clearly, Morris has forgotten which side his bread is buttered on. I picked up the pieces of my tattered pride and reveled in the fact that he felt comfortable enough to be curious.
By the vet's account, Morris did very well. He was even better behaved than the personal kitty someone dropped off. BONUS! The vet was very impressed with his mobility and took video of everything she did. As soon as I get that link, I'll post it.
I came home tonight and gave Morris his freedom, after his pain medication dosage. Morris was very excited! He explored the entire basement and reaquaint himself with the rest of the kitties. His mobility is incredible. 10 days post op and he's walking WAY better than he did before the surgery. He is standing, which he wasn't doing before, and walking instead of running everywhere. Really, the difference is indescribable. For him to get as far as he did in as much pain as he was experiencing, the difference is just breathtaking. PLUS! He doesn't run when I approach to pet him and actually allows me to pet him. I think we've turned a corner. Until the next time I have to give him meds, anyway. ;-)
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