Two weeks ago I didn't think Beau was going to pull through the night.

He has been home from the hospital for a week and a half now but it's just
been in the past couple of days that he's really started to seem even a little like his old self.
He's still weak and my brother says he looks like a poodle because they had to shave the hair off both of his front legs for the IV tubes.
(Something only a brother would say, I guess...)
This afternoon is the first he has crawled up onto my shoulders in weeks.
He's not very fond of having his picture taken most of the time, but when he's perched on my shoulders
he's perfectly content with anything the world throws at him.
As am I.

Thanks to everyone who expressed their good wishes.

I'm sorry I haven't been getting around to all of you; I'll do so as I can.