the day we were all waiting for

Today, the day before Independence Day, marked 12 weeks and two days since I was hit by the automobile.

Today also marked the first day of my new personal sense of freedom.

The day started like all the other days when I had a visit to the animal hospital, except for three things:  On this day my dad did not go to work.  My mom also didn’t give me breakfast. And third, both he and my mom got in the car with me. Still I didn’t suspect that anything was really different.

Now please continue to Part 2 of this 2-page post to read about the rest of this great day!