He's feeling better today. Got him out in the garden, and with a few redirects, he wandered all the way around the house, at his insistence. Navigating the back stairs up, and down, ignoring the back door pointedly. Ate grass, horked, seemed to be able to see a bit.
Good days, bad days, good days.
My fingers have always just touched around my wrist. So, medium bone size. Today, the right wrist is this much bigger.
Life leaves its marks upon us.
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And each mark has a story to tell, for those who will listen. Thanks for sharing your stories with us.
Crow,
Strip our sleeves and show our scars. And tell our tales.
good to see you both doing ok.
You'll end up with a stronger wrist...probably...
gz,
That is a myth. Broken body parts will never be as strong as before, nevermind stronger. But I will get it back to pretty good.
Well the cat looks good anyway.
Cat,
He was having a Good Day.
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