Stevie's Surgery - An Encore

Steve had surgery again to remove yet another fatty tumor. Of course, I cried the days before, on the way to the vet, when they took him back for surgery, when we returned home without him, and then I wouldn't answer the phone for anyone but the vet. This surgery was not nearly as invasive as his previous surgery and the recovery was easier, but he still didn't feel good.



Poor baby. Stevie whined and whimpered and looked awful, so we hoped to get him into a relaxed state. That didn't work too well. It was hard for himto get comfortable because the incision is right on the midline of his chest. He was so doped up that he leaned his entire 120 lbs. against my leg instead of entering the house. You could see him wobble a bit when he tried to walk and he just wandered for a while. It was really a sad sight to see. Later on, I laid next to him to keep him calm and slept on the couch next to his bed for the few hours we slept that night.



All in all, his recovery went well. After another 24-48 hours later, Steve was back to barking and running around . . . and stealing bread . . . and chocolate cake. Big boy goes back in another week or so to have Dr. S. check his wound site and remove his stitches. When it's time for his repeat performance for stitch removal, I'm sure he'll be a wuss just like he was!