Murphy's not just better, he's astoundingly better. Better than anyone had any right to expect. His recovery was not a fluke. He's still an old dog, don't get me wrong, but he's amazingly alert and happy, and with a hugely revived appetite. He's like a mere lad of 12 again!
He IS still refusing to use the pee pee pads while I'm at work, but did I mention the floor was a stroke of brilliance, and that the Swiffer Wet Jet is my new best friend?
Now we need to try to get his weight up - he's gone from skinny to emaciated - and see if we can achieve a solid poopie. He's still pooping liquid, but he's doing that outside. He's fighting the nasty tasting metronidazole again. He's going to the door when I suggest a walk.
I'm glad I had witnesses to his grave condition over the weekend, because otherwise I'd accuse myself of exaggerating.