Mera was quite lethargic, so I brought him to the garden. The mosquitoes were ferocious, but they stopped after I smashed a few. Mera just sat on the grass and meditated, while I flipped a magazine and smacked more mozzies. Passer-bys stared at him.

After 45 minutes, he stood up and walked towards home by himself, even up the staircase. I was so proud of him.

He had some biscuits and water, and joined Spencer on the sofa.