Aw, bless his sweetest heart. He needs his pain medication. You’ll both feel better tomorrow when you can take him in for a post-op examination. I feel so badly for him. Poor guy. Poor big guy.
I’m hoping a phone call will put our minds at rest, but if not, Mr. trisham and I will be driving him back to the hospital. It’s a teaching hospital, and the staff is so nice! They love Chunga, too. He’s my little pony and my protector.