Albert's Story ... so far

Think it's about time that I set the record straight.  You can see by my photos that I am obviously the cutest and best looking of the bunch - the others agree ... I am so much bigger than them even with one leg missing!

I lost my back left leg when I was 3 and half years old.  I ended up at the vets one Saturday morning having difficulty breathing and before I knew it I was under anaesthetic having an operation on my stomach.  My mistress was so upset and came to visit me ... not a pretty sight I can tell you (her not me, ha ha).

Anyway, another of couple of days later my leg started to go numb and by day 5 another operation was taking place.  This time when my mistress came to visit it was me not looking so cute or pretty, just quiet and feeling vulnerable.  She was so upset but I did manage a paw to paw touch which cheered her up no end I could tell!

A week later I went home and spent the next few weeks being pampered.  Jasper and Charlee didn't know what to make of me - the smell of antiseptic stuff must have put them off.  Back to the vest a month later and the stitches were removed.  Back home and then the long path of getting used to 3 legs; wasn't easy but I eventually got the hang of it and within a year I was climbing trees again.  I don't miss the leg but there are days when I still think it's there and that's after seven years.  Whenever I get an itch behind my left ear I have to itch it but obviously I can't relieve it so my mistress comes to the rescue - I knew those nails would come in useful one day!

aah, aren't I cute at just 4 months old