Finch on the Mend

We got to pick up our boy Finch last night at 6pm. We were SO excited to see him, but it was pretty clear that Finch didn't really know who we were when they brought him out to us. He would've gone home with anyone...well, that's probably the case all the time. He trusts everyone.

Kevin had to lift him down, out of the back of the Subaru - or more like, Finch ALLOWED himself to be lifted out. 83lbs of Finch = not so bad when he super out of it. 

We were sent home with tummy meds and pain meds and instructions to prepare a pretty bland diet for the first few days. We boiled beef for the first time ever (it was kind of gross and weird and foamy...) and steamed up some rice. After napping for a little bit, he got up and ate every little bit. We're supposed to be giving him smaller meals, more often for a while.

Here is our Finch - while pretty much totally out of it, he manages to strike a slightly provocative pose.

And this morning, Finch's tail was moving and he seemed pretty ready for his usual morning routine. Outside to do his business and back to laying on the couch.

We're so grateful that he made it through this and that he will be okay. The surgery should prevent Bloat from ever happening again.