That is really good he has improved overnight
@Krystyna23040
With my first hearing dog for the deaf, Truffle her name was, after the stroke I did have to always lift her in and out of the car, she was unable to do that high jump. But once her 4 feet were on the ground, she could walk along as well as any dog, and wagging her tail. J and I used to travel all over the UK, and she went on walks with us. I recall and also have photos where she came walking round the Avebury standing stones with us.
I also had a quail many years later. She was lying on her side in her cage all frantic one morning. The vet said she'd had a stroke. A quail having a stroke? Vet said he would put her down. No, I said. I am taking her home. Vet said I was causing her suffering and she would die. I was very fond of this quail. And she laid me eggs daily.
Back home, what the heck do I do with a quail that can only lay on its side fluttering frantically? I sat all day with her upright in my lap, Popeye was on one side of me on the couch, and my then Hearing Dog for the Deaf, Meg, sat on the other side of me. Both looking for the main chance. J my partner was laughing at this sight. And then he told me the quail was singing. I didn't have the cochlear implant at that time so I have no idea. But holding her, felt as though she, the quail, was vibrating, purring. She looked happy!
But that night, what do I do? I prop her up in her cage (realistically I cannot sit with her 24 hours so I had to compromise), but she kept falling over, then I realised her feeding dish had a curved bowl. I sat her in that. She kept upright. And was still sitting in it in the morning. So this went on for a fortnight, daytime on my lap (Meg and Popeye never giving up on their eye for the main chance), and night time propped upright in the curved feeding bowl. Maybe a fortnight of this. Then one morning she was walking round the cage. She lived around another couple of years. And laid eggs for me every day just about. And everyday, I continued to take her out of the cage for an hour or so and sat her on my lap. And every day Popeye and Meg never gave up their eye for the main chance. The quail, Henrietta, died one night in her cage and left me one last beautiful blue egg...