Updated: Jul 22, 2019
May 5, 2017
It’s my seventh birthday and there’s good news: I have a seventh birthday. In January I wouldn’t have bet on it. I still need ten pounds before I’m back to normal weight – we shouldn’t see quite so many ribs – but I’m feeling some of my old strength and mischievousness. I know I’ll never recover the power I had before I got sick, but that muscle came from harsh treatment and exhaustive training at the race track so… who needs it? My recuperation is entirely due to my local vet, Dr. Biery, and to my specialist team at PetCare and to my landlady. They never gave up even when I thought it was hopeless.