Sometimes I look at Bear and see a glimpse of the kitten he so very much wants to be. Inside his frail body, he is a little black panther, wishing to pounce on anything that wriggles by him. So very much wanting to pounce, buy only able to bat with his front paws while laying on his side. So, we push the jingle ball towards him so that he can bat it back to us, and we praise his efforts because it is such an accomplishment to him! And he deserves every praise, every smile that he elicits, every giggle.
I miss the month of November, because that was his very best month. He was on all four legs, wobbly as they were, loping around like a bunny, chasing Emerson, scampering under the sofa and falling backwards to claw at the underside of the sofa. Had I known how fleeting that time would be, I would have photographed every second.
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