After rescuing our kitty when he was so young he could barely walk, he somehow walked through our yard to my son. Of course we kept him. Fast forward many years, his hind end got weak and he would fall over. After a week of me keeping him on the couch holding him up to feed and bathe him he was getting no better. So off to the vet we went and he suggested I put him down.
I looked at my kitty and he was looking up at me like what's up. I said no I will take him home. After we got home I started physical therapy on him, four times a day. Starting the second week, I was in the kitchen fixing his breakfast and here he came walking on his own. Not very well, but I was thrilled.
As time went on he became his old self. I had him for two more years til he passed about six months ago. So I always say follow your gut and speak up.
MASON CITY, IA
