Pinkerton stood by himself for a few seconds today and it was glorious.
He’s been spending a majority of his time hanging out in his bed. The scar is pretty impressive, running nearly half the length of his spine. He hasn’t really complained – he sits up when he has to go out, and he still leaks a bit, but he doesn’t seem to mind.
He’s always been imperturbable. The only things that he reacts to are the doorbell, UPS trucks, the printer and the air fryer timer (all things that ding, beep or whir), and then it’s simply a few staccato barks of warning. He’s always wandering away somewhere, alone, to explore a corner of a park by himself, before trotting back.
My magical little creature is a little frail right now, but he’s on the road to recovery. And I’m grateful that despite everything that’s happened to him, he still looks out the window with curiosity, bright-eyed and calm, ready for his next solo park adventure.
Thank you for the messages, the well wishes, and the love. I’ll be returning to more general topics these last few days of the blog, although I’m sure Pink will appear as I attempt to wrap up this experience.
Are there any topics in particular that you think I should cover?