January 11. 2017

Day 11 of 365. This is Stumpy. He was Uncle Charlie's cat, and the whole time Uncle Charlie was sick, Stumpy didn't want to have anything to do with him. Until the very end, when he started sleeping at the foot of the hospital bed. We figured he knew something we didn't, and he probably did. 

Last summer, Stumpy went missing. Aunt Frankie searched and searched for him. After four days, she found him down by the long drive to the house. He was in pretty bad shape. He couldn't walk but he could drag himself around. Being that it was a Sunday, we took him to the emergency vet, where they surmised he had been hit by a car. They said he was not going to make it and told us we needed to put him out of his misery. Aunt Frankie couldn't do that, so we loaded him back in his box and brought him home. His recovery has been nothing short of miraculous. He has learned to walk again, even though it is with a significant limp. You can see his bad hip in this picture. Now he lives the life of a prince, with the best morsels of food off of her plate and he has the run of the house.