Under medical treatment, Fortune improved slowly. The progress wasn’t dramatic, but it was real. He stood longer. Walked farther. His eyes looked clearer. Sam learned to celebrate small victories, understanding that healing didn’t announce itself, but crept in quietly, asking for patience.
Strength returned in increments. Fortune had a steadier gait and longer interest in food. His tail lifted slightly instead of staying tucked. Appetite, when it followed, came cautiously at first, then eagerly. Sam watched each change with relief he didn’t let himself voice out loud.