The best birthday present...
Tonight we celebrated my wife's 29th birthday (again). Our plans for a short vacation to Kyoto this week were dashed when one of our cats, Woody, became ill at the end of January. After almost six weeks of surgery, hospital stays, false hopes and more stress than we could imagine... his condition improved last weekend and he came home on Wednesday. As Yoshiko exclaimed tonight at dinner, the best birthday gift she could ask for.
Woody needs to continue a diminishing dose of steroids over the next week before his feeding tube and collar can be removed. But he has been a trooper through it all and has been sleeping like the dead since coming home. I can almost feel his relaxation and comfort in being home again.
Thanks to everyone for their support and encouragement over the past six weeks.
