Well
I just brought him home.
And yes, he was wearing the cone of shame. I took it off for now, because I just couldn't bear it. He can't seem to settle down, and he keeps staring at me with such a look....I like to think he's acting like that because of the pain meds, but maybe its because he's not liking his Mom too much.
He's been a little trooper though. He was up and about late yesterday afternoon, and was looking for breakfast at about 6 a.m., according to the vet.
I had myself a good cry last night....and then spent the rest of the night, feeling blessed that I was there when it happened. I cannot imagine the outcome if I hadn't seen it, and the terrible pain he would have gone through.
This is a reminder to be extra vigilant over the next two weeks as I pack for my move. There is no shortage of things that will fall to the floor and be fodder to these little food hounds.
Thank you everyone for your kindness and support.