Sparrow is so much better today. I arrived home late last night and crept up the stairs, having unconsciously adopted the manner of a person at the bedside of a very sick friend, and slowly opened the door to my room, where he waited. He was curled on his own bed, as usual, but he picked up his head and perked up his ears and wagged his nub of a tail for me. Though he didn’t get up, this was more activity and recognition then he had given me in 2 days, so I was overjoyed.
This morning when my alarm went off he raised himself off his bed with a moan and a stretch and came to stand by my side while I dressed, looking at the door hopefully. When I asked him if he wanted breakfast he ran around in a happy little circle and, once fed, ate it all enthusiastically.
When I left he was still more subdued than usual, but more animated than of late. I think my sweet boy is on the mend! I am so relieved I want to dance. Thank you to all of you who sent well wishes. Turns out my baby just had the flu.
