QUOTE OF THE DAY:  "As many know brain injury comes in many forms.  The most prevalent brain injuries - stroke and trauma - affect more than 2.2 million Americans and these numbers are expected to grow."  Allyson Schwartz

THIS IS:  Feeding pets of the homeless week


Mom was away again for close to six weeks.  I finally found out where she was when dad took me to see her.  We went to this building that had a lot of bedrooms and old people living there.  What was mom doing there?  She already had a home.  I heard someone say stroke.  Did that mean she could never pet me again?  Feed me?  Take me for walks?  Dad was doing all of that now.

As soon as I saw mom, I ran to her and started licking  her.  I was so happy to see her.  I laid in bed with her and curled up at her feet.  Me, mom and dad would all lie on the bed at night and  watch TV.  It was a bit crowded, but cozy. 

Mom couldn't walk.  She was in a chair with huge wheels and foot rests.  And dad had to wheel her around.  We'd all go for a walk outside.  Dad would tuck mom in at night, and then we'd leave her there and go home. What was wrong with mom?  What was a stroke?  It must mean something horrible.  When was mom coming home?

When I got home from seeing mom, I reassured Mickey and Minnie that mom was okay.  They seemed pleased with the news but you know how cats are...they just continued to clean themselves.  I think they were jealous because I saw mom and they didn't. 

Dad took me a few more times to see mom.  Other people in that place looked forward to seeing me, too.  But my mom's roommate was afraid of me.  All I wanted to do was lick her hand and help her get better.

While mom was in the nursing home she kept saying she didn't belong there because she was too young to have had this happen to her.  But she had therapy to help her walk and use her right hand again.  She seemed to enjoy therapy.

Mom also talked a little funny.  A very nice lady helped mom to speak normal again.  That was good because I had trouble understanding her sometimes. 

When dad would leave mom at night, I always wondered why mom didn't leave with him.  It was lonely at home without her.  We all missed her very much.

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