Yipee! I feel so much better after my near-death experience. When Linda got home about 8:25 tonight, I was so excited to see her that I was whimpering. I was still a little wound up from earlier when Jerry came while she was teaching to walk us. I made it to the bottom of the hill before I had to be carried. That's only about 1/4 of what I normally can go. I'm still getting my strength back. Plus, it had been over 48 hours since I'd eaten. When Linda got home, I finally decided to try my new vet approved food. She put a tiny bit of chicken juice on it and I ate every last bite. I'll probably sleep in the bathroom for one more night, just to be on the safe side. If I have diarrhea, I want to be near the pad. (And I'm sure Linda would appreciate that too.) Chimmie can sense I don't want to play rough. He's been super sweet to me since my trial started. He really is a sweetheart and I'm glad he is my brother.
