Our boy is quietly recovering from his surgery yesterday. It was a hard decision to make regarding this large mass on his left cheek. Surgery would be traumatic for this 12 year old boy who had already been through a lot this past 2 months. My goal upon adopting this old fella 6 weeks ago, was to make his twilight years comfortable and happy. He won't agree that surgery was the best thing for him, but the vet feels in the long run it was better to take care of it now rather than later. After a day at the vets, he refused to acknowledge me when I picked him up, casting disgusted looks my way, and spent the evening soulfully whimpering while resting in the living room. His regular bed didn't give him enough sprawling space, so he now has another pillow and several soft blankets strewn about to comfort him. In addition to his pain meds, he has had lots of snuggles and treats.
Frenchie will be accepting visitors during regular visiting hours tomorrow. Pass on the flowers, just bring the biscuits.