Today is 11 months after being diagnosed with Osteo in Taylor's right front wrist, and it is 8 months after amputation.
The other evening, after having a 2 hour after dinner nap, I let the hounds out in the back yard.
Taylor was at the far end of the yard.
All of a sudden, he went FLYING past me almost the whole length of the yard (around 150') and was pouncing on something in the grass.
I yelled out "DROP IT!!!!!" and I went to get closer to him.
I was afraid it was one of those idiot squirrels that try to commit suicide in the back yard.
Taylor did drop it. It was a little mouse that then ran the 2 feet to the wooden privacy fence, ran up the fence, and then up a tree.
Taylor was SOOOOOOO happy with himself. He was prancing all over the yard.
Just like the almost 4 years with me, he loves and demands to go out for rides and walks 2-3 times a day.
We go walking at the beach boardwalk, downtown, strip malls, Lowe's, and other stores.
MANY people come up to us and don't even notice right away that he is missing his leg.
He loves the attention. Loves the hugs. Loves the kisses on his head.
People are always telling how how "strong he is", and "what a good boy"
Tomorrow, December 11 is his 7th birthday.
His next every 3 month checkup with his oncologist is December 30, and they will do chest x-rays again. He has been "clean".
He is a happy boy.