Today, I am thankful for T's healed wound.
Before T and I leave for our regular morning walk, I inspect the site of his surgery. His skin has healed completely - when I rub the area with my finger, I feel only the suture. I make an executive decision: we are going to remove the dreadful Elizabethan collar right now.
This is great news for T and our household. I grab the scissors and cut the two gauze strips that hold the plastic contraption to his regular collar. Then, S unsnaps the "cone." T slips his head through the enlarged opening. The collar is finally off.
For this blessing, I am grateful.