When the world falls to decline, I'll be yours and you'll be mine

[lizblackdog]

Freaked Squish is freaked. Spike is home. Post-surgical Spike pics under the cut.






Squish completely failed to recognise him at first and freaked; so did Cassie. Squish is continuing to be freaked by the strange snorking noises Spike's breathing makes through the swollen, post-surgical flesh over his nose holes. Squish thinks he's being growled at and doesn't really get why and it's making him anxious and very yappy.

This will get better. He will look better too, once the stitches are out and the fur on his face grows back.

I'm supposed to keep the cone on him 24/7 for a MONTH, and now that I've had a close look at the many, many, tiny delicate stitches holding his reconstructed face together I can see why. The surgeon's patchworked his upper lips over where his nose used to be; it's an impressive piece of work and even though I'm still not quite over the shock of him not looking like himself, he could have looked a fuckload worse.

The cone and fetchy deprivation business is likely to get a touch tricky; but for now he's resting out in the hallway, quite still and content despite both Squish and I popping out to check on him every time he either makes a sound or doesn't make a sound.