Well Brownie never really seemed to get strong or healthy. For ten days, he ate and drank and ate and drank again, went about his business, but never looked that great. His wound had healed and he no longer had a scab on his neck, but he never seemed to gain weight and was a little shaky at times.
What luck that this veterinarian turned out to be a compassionate woman. Unlike what the form that I signed said, she told me she would call and let me know how he did. She asked if I would be willing to take him back afterwards, and of course, I said yes.
A few days later we spoke. She said she had taken him home after his surgery and he was living in an incubator still very weak. She asked me if he had been shaky with me and was worried he might have eaten some poison and his kidneys were ruined. It turns out she had to do the surgery one more time before it would ultimately heal for good. Two weeks later she called me to say he was ready to come home to my loft.