When I finally was able to get close enough to pet Braveheart myself, he sniffed my hand before literally doing a double-take; then he practically leaped into my arms, greeting me with unbridled enthusiasm as if to thank me for having saved his life. His big hug and gentle kisses truly brought tears to my eyes. We hadn't seen each other in over a month, but he clearly remembered me, and of course, I would recognize him anywhere. Braveheart has ALWAYS been beautiful to me - since Day One - but I couldn't believe how much he has filled out in the past few weeks, how beautiful his coat is, and how much more self-confident he clearly feels.
Greeting all the people at the Fair, you would have thought he'd been entertaining people all his life. He absolutely LOVED all the attention!
When it was time to line up for the parade, he acted as though he knew the routine and couldn't wait to get started.
	It was a beautiful sunny day and fairly cool, so Braveheart was able to wear the hand-knitted sweater one of his fans made for him when he was so sick. At the time, we thought he would never grow in to it. But, he has gone from 29 pounds when he was at death's door at the Vet School, to 65 pounds today . . .
	. . . to everyone's surprise (except perhaps the person who knitted it for him), it now fits him perfectly!

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