Greenie also had a new beginning of sorts this summer. As far as he really knew, it began one early June morning when our admirable house vet came by to pick our cat up for his "procedure."
Six or seven hours later, a groggy, woozy, just-coming-out-of anesthesia cat was returned home, minus one leg. Greenie spent the rest of that evening trying to get back on his feet, literally and figuratively, given he was missing his back left leg. For the next several days, one or more anxious humans were in attendance as our estimable feline recovered from the meds and figured out how to sit up, get to his (3) feet, and walk all over again. Some of his more entertaining an/or inspiring efforts are chronicled elsewhere on this blog.
Adding insult to injury, the leg taken was the one with the spot! However, Greenie has come through like a champ, and in the end, at least he's not this guy.
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