In the morning the hospital called my mummy to give her an update on my condition. I wasn’t doing too well. My mummy worried that the anaesthesia might have messed with me; after all, it had been administered to me two days in a row (Friday and Saturday). However, the hospital reassured her that this was not the case, but that I had a fever and that my vet (doctor M) had decided to put me on Clavubactin (antibiotics) and Analgin (a medication to relieve fever). You can imagine how relieved my family was that they had made the right decision to let me spend an extra night in the hospital! They were invited to come and visit me in the hospital at 4 pm to discuss my situation with doctor M. Upon arrival doctor M immediately told my family that I was an absolute sweetheart and well-behaved; I didn’t fuss, complain and I didn’t touch my wound, so I haven’t had to wear the hood of shame yet. I had also eaten twice that day, but hadn’t pooped yet. She told my mummy that if she were t...