Wednesday last, Rudder got his staples taken out. 2 and a half weeks after having major lung surgery (open chest surgery). He's 13 1/2. He had to wear a shirt after surgery to keep the wound clean and to keep him from licking. Never once did he try to lick the wound; never once did he scratch; never once did he have to wear the hated cone.
We knew he'd be better when several things happened.
When he could climb the steps without falling down. That happened.
When he would once again try to get the cake mix out of the pantry. That happened.
And most recently, we knew he was well, when he finally "brought" again...his beloved
All's well with Rudder!!!!!
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