He is so over having to ride in the backseat strapped in with his harness and having to be lifted into the car. His balance had been so dodgy that we were having to strap him in and physically hold him on car rides. I'd been taking him to the Woodlands Waterway where he can hunt khoi fish at the pond, and egrets and ducks on the paths. Sunday, my husband came with us, and Dante said "screw this sitting in the backseat strapped in with Mom, that is embarrassing". By the time I had dumped out his portable waterbowl and gotten in the backseat myself, he had eluded my husband's help into the car, jumped into the backseat, then clambered expertly into the front seat.
That pretty much sums up how my boy is doing--one week out. We couldn't be happier with his resilience, spirit, and recovery. Pure Dante.
At the same time, we are acutely aware of how lucky we are. Many many pet owners aren't afforded luck like this, and we are celebrating it fully. Even if his repeat MRI in a couple of months unveils something scary, he's doing phenomenally now, and that is all we can ask for.
One of the things that a friend told me that resonated deeply with me; it is so wise and gave me comfort--and still does. "Dogs don't know how long they live. But they know how well they live."