This morning there were several final procedures. Then I left clinic. I was taken home by my owner and her friend. I climbed into my carrying bag and we went home by taxi. On the way, it became a little bit bad to me and I began mjau. When we finally arrived via Moscow traffic jams and I saw my house and the porch, I immediately wanted to jump out of the bag and run home. I started to get away, but the bag was closed. In the apartment I was finally released and I made my first steps already on three paws at home. Home, my sweet home. How did I miss it. Everything here is familiar: sounds, smells, places, moves. In home even walls helps. I hope here I will quickly recover. In the meantime, I'll sleep after the clinic. There, with endless noises, doctors walking and screams of animals, I could not sleep normally for all four nights that I spent in clinic.