He’s 13 and has a big wound in his mouth tonight, after withstanding an operation with an unexpected twist. He is all right and hopefully will heal fast. We are in good hands, our vet is great.
But he is not getting younger, and I can only hope this was our last surgery for a while. Fingers crossed.
Yet, he made it home on his own 4 feet, and as soon as I let him in, he headed to the kitchen to beg for his after-vet-visit treat. ❤
I love this little old dude. Live long and prosper, Báró. I promise I’ll pull my part.
Soundtrack from Berlin 