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...

In the morning my mummy received a call from the hospital. They told her that everything was fine with me, but that I hadn’t eaten anything yet. The nurse once again said that is wasn’t certain if I would have surgery that day. She also told her that my family could visit me at 7 pm regardless and they would keep me up to date. Around 3 pm my mummy received another phone call from the hospital (they’re sure good at keeping them informed!). It was the surgeon who had operated me and want to tell her how the operation went. He said everything went smoothly, without any complications and he was positive that I would make a full recovery. He had used a metal plate, pins, screws and metal thread to keep the bone together and said I would probably be able to go home at 7 pm after my family’s visit. At 4 pm my family arrived at the hospital and were shown to one of the waiting rooms. Interestingly this room was adjacent to the OR and since the door was open my mother could look i...