Banjo had a growth on his foot, and there was a tiny, tiny chance it was cancer.
I was a bit freaked out, even though I knew cancer was unlikely. He had an operation yesterday to remove it, and, as it turns out, no biopsy was necessary.
Anyway, to cut a long story short, he’s wearing a clear lampshade collar, so looks like a space-age Elizabethan.
We’ve been to the emergency vet twice in the middle of the night, and he’s in a bit of pain but is on the mend.
He’ll be back to his usual bouncing, noisy self in no time!
The pink sock and masking tape was a makeshift bandage when he managed to shake off the one the vet gave him…