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Saturday, September 2, 2017

We woke up around 9 am.

None of us could eat much so we threw away all the food from the fridge. We packed in a hurry, called a cab and went straight to the LaGuardia airport.

In the airport, my daughter found the strength to go around the shops for some souvenirs. I was just praying and crying about my dog and hoping that he would be alive when we got back home.

This was the longest plane trip I ever took. Just a few hours seemed much longer than going to Europe and back. Each second was like a minute and nothing could be comforting. I bought a data plan during the flight hoping that I can email my wife and get some news. Every 5 minutes, I would refresh the page hoping for something from her which would not come until 2 hours later. Sparky slept ok and was just lying on the carpet in the living room and she was just staying with him.

After something that felt like forever, we made it to the YVR airport of Vancouver. We jumped in a cab and got home.

Knocked on the door reluctantly and ... heard Sparky barking!!!!!!!

The door opened and Sorana let us in. She was still crying but Sparky looked normal, happy to see us, wagging his tail and going around us to see if we were alright, as he did every time we came back from a trip.

We then sat all down and talked about the situation.

Nothing changed since last night but Sparky was much, much better, almost normal.

He ate well in the morning, slept almost all day and spent the remaining time in my wife's lap. Imagine a 100 pounds dog in anyone's lap!

A bit later that afternoon, we decided to go out with him for a walk.

He looked very normal, with great energy, in front of everybody and "showing us the way" as usual. The walk went around the building but not too far, we sat on the grass for a bit and then noticed that he seemed very thirsty. Nicola went home to get water while the rest of us remained on the grass.

We will see increased thirst because of the prednisone. He will start drinking much more water than before and pee a lot which means more walks and possible not only during the day, but night as well. (Sorana)

OK, if this is how things will be, so be it.

Nicola was already back with the water which Sparky drank. Then, completely unexpectedly, he started looking at us as if saying "what is the matter with you? I am fine so lets play with the ball". We all laughed and walked a bit more before going back home.

All emotions from the plane went away and I was almost calm now. Strange how I calmed down once we were back home. Nothing was different for Sparky yet but his presence was sufficient to make us feel better.

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