Jeff was ready to bail last night.
Once we finished up the paperwork and settled the bill (the donations will go to the folks whose credit card we were allowed to use to temporarily cover the cost), he came straining at his leash a bit to get to us and, likely primarily, get the heck out of there.
The main things now for us are ensuring he doesn’t get an infection at the surgical site and that he eats, pees every four hours (though it seems he needs to go every two) and has unrestricted access to water. That’s not too bad. Of course, I wasn’t the one who got up with him all night last night. I crashed out completely on the couch with Jeff. I was dead to the world — even their getting up to go outside every two hours didn’t wake me. Misty’s a little angry with me about that, I think. Tonight is definitely my turn. It was the best I’ve slept in days, though.
He’s wearing the shirt to keep him from licking. Misty thought it would be more comfortable than an e-collar. It seems to be.
To be honest, I’ve been amazed at the generosity we’ve been shown by friends, family and absolute strangers. When we arrived at the vet to pick him up, we found that two individuals had donated, in total, $600 directly to the hospital for him. Wow. And that’s not to mention all the donations we continue to receive via GoFundMe. [Craig: Brilliant idea.] Thank you. Thank you. Thank you.
I was going to write, “You have no idea . . .,” but you probably do already know how meaningful it is to us to have Jeffrey back home and as healthy as can be expected right now. I want everyone to know how grateful we are. And that gratefulness and respect for those who so readily shared — emotionally and monetarily — with us comes through the generations from our fur-children’s great-grandfather, from their grandparents and, ultimately, from Misty and me. Thank you.
Jeff seems quite happy to be home. He started to get excited 2.5 miles away from the house.