My fur babies are making progress. Each day they get a little closer together. A little less aloof. A little more cozy.
Romeo spent the morning at our own vet today and the news wasn’t all good. He’s was much more neglected and mistreated than we thought. He has scars on the outside I hadn’t noticed since I’ve been focused on the wounds of his little heart. He has an infection and a few other fixable things so we came home with several meds that should put him to rights. The one thing we can’t fix is his age. He’s an old man. The vet thinks he is 8 or 9. That doesn’t change his gentle spirit or impeccable manners, but it does shorten our time with him. I’m trying not to be sad about that today. I’m trying to just be happy that he finally found his way home.