I had a very elderly cat (she was 19 or so at the time) who had a stroke, with one side complete paralysis.
The next morning, I woke up, took her to the litter box, the food bowl, the water bowl, and back to the cat bed. Then I trundled off to check my email.
I came back 45 minutes later, and she was gone. And I just stared, thinking, "How the &*^&&^&%^& did I lose a paralyzed cat?!?"
She was down the stairs, and on the couch.
By that evening, she was at better than 80% mobility, and by the end of the weekend, the only discernable difference was that she had gotten far less crotchety then she had been in recent years.
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Date: 2005-10-27 02:08 pm (UTC)The next morning, I woke up, took her to the litter box, the food bowl, the water bowl, and back to the cat bed. Then I trundled off to check my email.
I came back 45 minutes later, and she was gone. And I just stared, thinking, "How the &*^&&^&%^& did I lose a paralyzed cat?!?"
She was down the stairs, and on the couch.
By that evening, she was at better than 80% mobility, and by the end of the weekend, the only discernable difference was that she had gotten far less crotchety then she had been in recent years.
So, here's hoping for Max!
--Dave