My poor furry baby got home looking like Frankenstein’s dog. The wound without the stitches on his back just started to heal, but now he has new ones on his chest, and some on his lips. But he is happy to be home. Even if he has to wear the cone of shame – which he hates to its core.
Hopefully, in a few days, we can let go of it, and he can be comfier again.
I am just glad now that he is doing good, that the surgeries went well, and that hopefully, we only will need to return for a check-up and then to remove the stitches.
2023 will be a better year, I am sure.