It was quite a shock to see my beautiful Toasty with 1/4th of him missing and stoned out of his mind. But once he got home, he’s head seemed to clear (although his pupils remained rather dilated and he soon seemed his same old self again and in great spirits. He laid on the couch with me, purring away, hopped about the room and ate all of his food with glee.
Toast made it through the surgery fabulously. Within hours he was headbutting the vet techs , purring and even hopping around a bit.
They removed his front right leg and shoulder and believe they got all of the cancer, but now we will wait 2 weeks until the biopsy comes back, to discover if he will need chemotherapy or not.
T had kept thinking about how traumatic the amputation would be, but in hindsight realize what a relief it must be to no longer be in such pain. Although the incision sight and removal of his leg must be painful, it likely is nowhere as painful as was walking wait on join that had been almost completely eaten away.
Cannot wait to get the big old puffball, back into my hands tomorrow.