He's lovely Isabella. He seems recovered physically and his fur is soft and shiny again. The transformation is wonderful to see. Although it cost a lot of money, it's the best money spent all year.
He's still a bit shaken by his experience though, he hides on top of the kitchen dresser, or in the hot water cupboard, maybe because he doesn't want to interact with his cat friends yet, nor the bully cat next door, a big brute Persian who creeps in sometimes.
He gives me cuddles though we aren't sleeping together yet, probably because I have been too hot and restless.
He likes his new special diet too.
He'd never been a inpatient in an animal hospital before, so at 13 years old, it must have been a very strange experience for him. But the vet was just so wonderful, that would have helped.
I'd far rather be ill myself than see him in that state, so that puts it right into perspective. I've made arrangements with the vet, if I have to go to hospital, for four legs to board there again, and my son can pay the bills from my account (he has power of attorney) though that's just an emergency plan, I still think I can get better with enough rest.