This evening I brought Foxx home for another day of homecare over the holiday. Before I left Murrayhill this evening I was showered with shouts of “he’s eating!!!” Foxx was chowing down on the food we had put in with him this morning.

Monday, when I took Foxx back to work, he looked awful. I really thought he wasn’t going to make it. Everyone was sad and I set to work on everything I could think of to do for him. I started some major treatments: 3 different antibiotics, liver protectants, lysine, fish oil, Metacam, fluids, force feeding and nebulizing. The staff was so great and everyone worked so hard faithfully giving him his treatments and tons of TLC. Tuesday was a little better but he still looked pretty sick. His nasal discharge and congestion was getting worse and there was no change in his liver size. He was starting to resent his force feedings a little bit and seemed to be looking for a way off the table. Then this morning I came in and he looked better…really better. He was up and about, greeting people as they came in to see him (he’s going to be great at his job!). Everyone was happy.

Then tonight he really did it – after 9 days he finally ate on his own. I mean really pigged out! And then I took him home and he motored all over the place and settled down at DeeDee’s water dish. After 4 or 5 attempts he finally got a big drink of water. Then there was more food. And I caught him playing with one of our plants!!

At around the time we were experiencing these great tiny steps for Foxx, Michael got an email that our variance for permitting was approved!! The low part of our space in the back where we are putting radiology was not tall enough and we were worried we’d have to raise the roof or dig out all of the concrete and put in a lower floor to reach the few extra inches we needed. Crisis averted! (And we even take back most of the bad things we said about the planning department).

I am truly grateful and hope you all have a happy Thanksgiving.