I realize that I have no one paw now! I'm trying to lick the post-operative suture, but it's restricted. So I was dressed in a special collar. I struggled with him all the midnight trying to take it off. Then I got used to it, but the mood still deteriorated. I try to lick the wound, but I can not because of the collar, the seam itches and it hurts, there's no one paw! I get angry, sometimes even growl from resentment and fatigue. But then my owner is stroking me, I calm down and begin to purr quietly. A little more time and I will be get off clinic. Finally, I'll go home, to my toys, deck chairs, kogtedralka and bowls with food. They say that I am getting better. But I will never be the same again. This is my life's path and I accept it.