PHEW

I handed over Clover to the capable hands of Dr. Weitzman at Acorn Animal Hospital around 8 this morning. I didn't cry this time (only slightly teared up) and managed to avoid a panic attack most of the day. It's nerve wracking to hand them over, because with surgery you just never really know what can happen, even in very capable hands.

Luckily, Clover made it through with just a few extra fluids. Despite his less intense limping, he apparently did just as much damage to his knee as he did the first time (which was pretty extensive). His CCL had torn so completely that it basically wasn't there anymore. Brave little dog to even try walking on such an unstable knee...

They keep him overnight and expect that he will be fine to come home tomorrow. As memory serves, he'll spend the weekend passed out, only waking to eat and medicate.

Here's a picture from the day I brought him home last time. Shaved, casted, and he was so cold he is wearing a hoodie and passed out in front of my space heater (it was December).

Wonder what color the cast will be this time?