Poor baby, Oakley had to go under the knife last week. He's now only part of the man he used to be. He had his "little boy surgery" on Friday morning. When I got home from work on Friday it was so sad, he didn't even get off the couch to greet me at the door. He just laid on the couch all night and cried. It broke my heart, what am I going to do with a baby?!?!
He was pretty good all weekend while we were home about not messing with his stitches, but when he was home alone all day on Monday he must have really gone to town messing with it. So....back to the vet we went Monday night to get the dreaded....CONE!
The poor guy, he's had a rough few days. We don't make him wear the cone when we are home and can keep an eye on him, but he does have to wear it at night and when we are at work. His scar is healing so hopefully its just a day or two more until he can be cone-free again. Thankfully he can still give us lovin' with the cone on.....
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