Tumbleweed was back to normal exactly 2 weeks after the onset of the virus. The virus attacked his GI tract, causing a spiked fever, depressed mood, and diarrhea. Going off food and water was probably due to the "cure," more than the virus itself. But he is eating, drinking, and doing everything normally now.
Except, "normal" changed. He went through a tough illness with lots of poking, prodding, hand-walking, trailering to the vet, basically, 24/7 attention for two weeks. He was also put in with Foxy, and Foxy has a short fuse for any hanky-panky. He began to stand in the stall away from Foxy, and as close as he could get to seeing, and talking to, Cowboy (who prefers to be stalled).
It got to where the only time I would see Tumbleweed out of his stall was when I was taking Cowboy away or bringing him back home. (Above, you can see him welcoming us as Cowboy exits the trailer.) Tumbleweed talks to Cowboy with really unique vocalizations.
He's going to be six months next week and, let's face it, he grew up a lot this month.
Now, I'm getting ready to go on vacation, so I separated them back into their individual stalls to make it easier for feeding, and I put Cowboy directly across from him, to keep him company.
I'm not complaining about him growing up and changing, because each month gets him closer to maturity--smarter, stronger, and more immune to sicknesses.
Which means I will get more opportunities to kiss this sweet little nose.