Took Six Toes back to the vet to get some bloodwork and see how he's doing. And guess what? All the tests come back normal or near normal! The medicine worked. His vet said that is was better than she expected, almost miraculous. I wouldn't say almost...definitely miraculous! Six Toes has more energy these days and looks happy and content. His purr is louder. And we're so happy that he's well.
Watching Six Toes just this morning playing with some string, I just thought of all the people he has to thank. The vet, who diagnosed the problem and treated it promptly, using her knowledge; the pharmacist, who probably thought it was really weird to give heart medicine to a cat, never mind his odd name; the fans reading this blog, who prayed unceasingly; Christopher Penczak, who lent his expertise in Reiki to us in treating him at home; the elders of my church who prayed for a blessing upon him; and all of his animal playmates Buddha, Stormy, Torchy, Kali, Braveheart and Buddy, who love him and care for him always.
Six Toes is one lucky kitty.
