swingchickie

i'm still crying here and there over angus, except now they're happy tears instead of ones born from hopelessness and fear. angus has been doing so well, his sugars are in a more normal range most of the time and he's happy and purry instead of exhausted. he's still a little awkward with his walking, but he's back to walking up on his toes instead of crawling around on his knees. right now he's playing "kitty WWE" with duck, and my mind boggles at how playful he's feeling with the youngest, craziest member of the household.

last night was another weepy moment. jack and i were on the couch, and angus walked over to the loveseat... he looked up at the cushions with that expression on his face that said "i really wanna jump up there". we were like, "go angus!!! come on, you can do it!!!" even though we knew he didn't have the strength in his hind legs... his little stairs weren't pushed against the seat so he couldn't climb, but we at least wanted to encourage him to try standing. well, weren't we wrong -- dude totally summoned up all his gusto and hopped up there! i immediately lost my s***. :)

it's so cool how much he's turned around in just a couple of months. i don't expect he'll ever be 100% because of that stupid tumor, but i'm just so thrilled at how good his life is right now. i love my big boy.