If you had asked me earlier this summer if I thought we would ever get to this point I probably would have broken down and cried in your face. Monty’s GME diagnosis and horrifying prognosis profoundly changed our lives for the last four months; countless hours, a blur of medication, vets, more vets, and loads more money than I ever thought I would spend on an animal have finally brought us nearly to the point of normalcy. The last Prednisone reduction tipped the threshold eliminating the nasty physical and behavioral side effects that we have been dealing with since day one. Monty has gained most of the weight and muscle mass back, continues to grow stronger every day, only takes medication in the morning, can go a whole shift of work without having to go out, and most importantly we have yet to see a return of any neurological symptoms.
While we will never be able to let our guard down, I can at least for the moment sit and reflect on the anniversary of his diagnosis and marvel at how far we’ve come – how amazingly strong and stubborn our little guy is, how proud we are for sticking with him even when all was said to be lost, and how thankful we are for all the love and support we’ve received from all of our friends and family.