Truman is walking again. He’s not only walking again; he’s getting up on his hind legs to beg for cookies, skipping around happily, and (of course) fighting his arch nemesis, rake*.
A few weeks ago, we looked over at Truman and Josh said, “Is he on his feet?” Yes, he was standing on his feet, though he stumbled when he tried to take a step forward. A few days after that, he started moving a few inches at a time. Then he started walking slowly and wheeking again. Then he started running and jumping. And finally, he started getting up on his hind legs to beg for cookies.
Why did he suddenly start walking again? We have zero clue. We have no idea why he stopped walking, and we have no idea why he started walking. Did the medications take weeks to work? Was it the new vitamin C tablet he started taking each morning? Was the whole thing a ruse to get more cuddles?
All I know is that I’m glad I have my pig back.
* Rake is a blue, plastic sand toy that he loves to pounce on and bite. He’ll creep up on rake and then take a flying leap so he can knock it a few inches, but then run away terrified when rake moves. Rake is his sworn enemy, second only to water bottle whom he hates with all his heart.