One day when I got home, I couldn't find him upstairs (I put him in the second floor of the house), so I asked the people at home where he was. My maid said that Loki went downstairs and was playing with Simba. I was so surprised! Surprised that he got the strength to walk downstairs and play. As days go by, Loki seems to be so much better. He got his appetite back little by little and got fatter. The liquid from his eyes and nose seems to lessen and he now can eat by himself again!
When Loki was in critical condition, I always prayed to God: "Dear God, please take away Loki's pain. If it's time for him to go to heaven, I will wholeheartedly let him go. But if it's not his time yet, please heal him." I think God answered my prayer: he healed Loki and still makes him getting better each day. I'm so grateful and happy. Thank You God :