She gently admonished me for taking him off the pain meds and steroids (main squeeze vet and I don't agree), but conceded that due to his good care, there was almost no fibrosis or scar tissue, or even much swelling in the area of the trauma, as one might have expected after three months of this. I'm sure that the acupuncture twice a week is largely responsible. The colostrum has probably helped, too. She previously had been concerned that we had waited so long, but the MRI showed that he was in great shape for surgery. My vet subsequently informed me he's relieved we didn't send Duff right away, because he truly believes, given the really poor state Duff was in in June (I mean, the poor guy couldn't even use his bladder), that there is little chance he would have made it through the operation. He says they almost surely would have put him down.
The cost is ridiculous, and would amply carve away a good chunk of debt for me, but I feel completely devoted to this sweet fellow, who has been the best companion I've ever had. We take them in for our own selfish purposes, now don't we? Is is not my responsibility, as well as my desire, to see him provided for as long as he can have a decent standard of life? And, you know, I just love him.
So do me a favor, if you can spare the time, and wish him a little extra luck. It will be good to see him charging up the hill once again. ...And on that beat, he just sat up. You should see how he acted when I asked him if he wanted to go for a walk last week. Sounds cruel, I know, but I had to see where he was at. He raised quite a ruckus, and bludgeoned the mattress with his great otter tail, he was so excited by the notion.