I had somewhow thought that I could be present to hold his paw throughout the delicate procedure so I was rather sad to find that I had to leave him there for 1 day. I left him at 10am and picked him up at 7pm. It had been a long day for poor Milo.
He barked and yelped when he saw us walk out. We could still hear him when we left the clinic. When he saw us again at 7pm, he had already come out of general anaesthesia. He was so eager to get away from the clinic that he clawed desperately at the floor in order to pull me out of there. Once in the car, he lay down and didn't move. When we reached home. He walked really slowly through the carpark and up the stairs. And once home, he lay down and wouldn't move anymore.
We all made a fuss of him. We sat and watched our DVDs on the TV screen downstairs, instead of using the projector upstairs. We all sat in a circle around him. I fixed him some boiled rice with minced pork which he ate half-heartedly. Boy... it must have been an awful day for him.
Today, he looks happier. He wolfed down the olive-oil-apple-threadfin mash that I gave him... and he has revived his habit of following me everywhere. But he's still somewhat less energetic than he normally is.