It was time. Things were getting a little out of control. Our listening skills had dulled somewhat. In fact, the only time Higgins paid attention was if food was involved. Poor guy. Dropped at the vet this morning all trusting and happy and awoke without his boys. Wearing the cone of shame, he’s at home passed out on the front mat. He’s currently sleeping off his anesthesia and by all accounts will be fine, but I feel like a villain.