Thank you to all of you, and I'm pleased to report that at last report Emmy was doing fine. Great news!
To those who may need a refresher, and others who haven't a clue what I'm talking about, it's covered pretty well in this post.
I am so very pleased to report that Tiny's leg has healed so well, that once his hair grew back (which I might add took for freakin' ever!), I actually forget sometimes that it even happened. His recovery was pretty much a breeze - considering - and the knee seems to be functioning as well as before the injury.
As mentioned in an earlier post, I had another kitty some years back with the same injury requiring the same surgery. Jorge's leg healed just fine as well, but it would jut out to the side when he was sitting or crouched down. Here is a pictorial reminder of what he looked like post-surgery - with Tiny Man when he was actually tiny.
I was expecting the same result for Tiny. I'd been told that this was common as the ligament repair is done on the outside of the knee as opposed to internally, so the tendency is for it to pull to the side.
Not so this time. Tiny's leg is perfectly aligned and shows no indication that there was ever anything amiss. He's such a darn good boy and I love him to beat the band. That in spite of the fact that he is at this very moment curled up behind me on the seat of my chair while I'm perched at the very edge. Heaven knows I shan't disturb his slumber.
I have to also confess that your kindness in asking about him has also given me the opportunity to share a few photos that I'd intended to post way back then. I was always sorry I'd missed the chance, so I'll take it now.
I had hurt my foot just prior to Tiny's mishap and received the following card the very next day from my co-workers. How someone managed to find one so perfect was crazy! It was even my left foot!
If that weren't enough, my good and kind friend Laura gave me a little gift bag (she's good at gift bags) with this card included.
She'd taken a photo of me as a child that I'd posted on facebook, stuck a flower on my head, "hinges" on my limbs and a fantastically glittery cast on my right foot! Fantastic. BUT - since she wasn't sure which foot had been injured, she'd made the cast removable and provided one for the left foot as well. Oh my goshness.
Well then, within days when she heard about Tiny's mishap, what should appear but this:
Can you stand it? Check out the glittery cast! The name tag! His "hinges"!
I just love that dame. Her talent, her wit, but mostly her genuinely compassionate heart. I"m so glad I finally got to share these with you. What a hoot!
So, to wrap up the tale of Tiny's misadventure, he's really doing well. I did make the decision to keep him indoors now. He's still deciding whether he's forgiven me for that, but I just can't take the chance of him re-injuring himself. He's not a youngster and I'm sure that even though things seem perfectly fine with his knee, I can't help but think it's probably compromised a bit.
So he sleeps on my computer chair, he sleeps on the couch, and he curls up with me in bed. Sometimes he gazes longingly out the window which hurts my heart a bit, but I know it's best for him.
He's safe and I've been feeling his warmth and listening to his purr as I've been writing this