Wounded Soldier

Buster had an operation today. To remove a tumour from his jaw. Poor chap, it must be awfully sore. But he's very stoic and uncomplaining. Just gives me that look. And no food till tomorrow. Another look, this time worse.

And he's got a slightly dislocated right hip. Old age creeping up on us all, I tell him, but it means he can only have 30 minutes walk a day. So no more 7 km walks to Duquesa with me every morning. I shall have to go alone.

He looked quite relieved.