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It's been a week but it's only now I can bring myself to write about what happened last Sunday morning. That's a picture of Bonnie, one half of the double act (both boys) that is "Bonnie and Clyde", in happier times. Look at his little face.

Lesley knew straight away in the morning that something was wrong as only one, not the usual two, cheery faces came to greet her when she got up. Bonnie lay on the sofa and hardly raised his head. There was a little blood on the sofa but no obvious sign of anything wrong. A few pitiful miaows and those big eyes looking up at us imploring that we help him will live with us for ever. Our little soldier was hurt, and hurt bad.

An emergency call to the vet and a trip to the surgery confirmed the worst. He'd been hit by a car. Thankfully he was able to get back home but the injury was bad. A broken rear leg in a very nasty area near a joint. The vet said they would X-Ray him on Monday and decide there and then whether to pin the break or amputate. So we had to leave him before we would hear what the vet was able to do the next day.

On Monday the X-Ray confirmed the seriousness of the break but they were confident they would be able to save the leg by operating and inserting a pin. As he's a young cat the signs are good that he will fully recover but he may suffer from arthritis in his later life. He'll also face another operation in a couple of years to remove the pin. He had to stay at the vets all week and was only allowed home on Friday afternoon. Both myself and Lesley have been absolutely miserable all week worrying about him. Clyde also, was not his usual self as he missed his brother after being separated for the first time in their lives.

Bonnie is confined to a large cage/box as he's not allowed any exercise until the pin has had a chance to set and the wound begins to heal. Another appointment next Friday to remove the stitches and hopefully he'll be allowed a bit more freedom (but it may be 6 weeks before he's allowed out as normal). The vets and nurses were all brilliant and cared for him 24 hours a day and kept us up to date with his condition and progress.

We both say that it could have been so much worse but there has been floods of tears shed all week worrying about him. Thankfully he managed to get home, imagine the distress if he never made it back, it doesn't bear thinking about. Anyway, I'll keep the blog up to date with his progress during the next few weeks.

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