After my "near death" experience--or whatever you want to call it--I could not walk or stand by myself. My head had to be held up so I could drink or eat.

With no improvement by the next morning, mom and dad made the decision to have me "put down" (euthanized). With only a few hours to go before my appointment, I got up from where I'd been laying on the floor and unaided walked a good twelve feet (four meters) to the litter box, used it all by myself, and then walked out of it.

It seems I wanted more time with mom and dad so they canceled my appointment with the vet.