In my household, things continue to improve in matters of health, but all is not back to normal. Tucker’s cold is hanging on in a small way. He is still sneezing more than I would expect him to, and sneezing in a wetter manner than usual. As well, he seems to have a lot of phlegm; when he grooms himself, he sounds like a wart-hog eating a bowl of melted ice cream.
I have cancelled his dental surgery, scheduled for next week. I had previously postponed it for seven days, but I don’t know how long this illness will hold on to the roly poly, so I have not made another appointment. He could probably have surgery as he is, and the delay in his dental cleaning has been too long as it is, but as he is already at a disadvantage with his diabetes, I want him to be as healthy as possible going under anaesthetic.
But Tucker is eating well, is cheerful and playful, so, with luck, he will be ready for his next adventure soon. Until then, he will be resting and restoring that sausage-shaped body of his. Just like this.