Boo’s surgery went well – though we don’t know yet whether the tumor was benign or malignant. Our fingers and paws are crossed, though!
The vet sent Boo home without any dressing on his paw but wearing one of those god-awful stiff plastic Elizabethan pet collars. But strong-willed Boo would have nothing of it, clawing at the dang thing, then backing into a corner and freaking out. We couldn’t handle that either and we took it off in a matter of minutes. Instead, we decided to cover his paw in a light sterile dressing. He hates that, too, but at least he’s putting up with it.
I did call the vet to inform her that we did this because none of us could handle that collar. Her reply was that “most animals get used to the collar within 48 hours.” Uh, sorry! We couldn't even handle that thing for 48 minutes – or 4.8 minutes!
Boo was also sent home with his favorite drug, Buprenorphine, which he was first exposed to when he was injured on the day Tom and I flew to Europe (remember that distressing story?!). He loves this stuff! I thought he’d hate it (since we weren’t the ones to administer it to him last time; our kids did that), but the minute he sees the syringe he goes wild with joy and anticipation, pawing at it, trying to bring it TO his mouth!
Yeah, my cat the druggie…