Homer went for his follow up. All is good although I got told (again) to clean his teeth more regularly. At least they've had a good clean now. This time was so much less stressfull as I could go into the building and have a proper consultation with Homer rolling on the floor demanding tummy rubs from everyone, the Vet, the anaesthetist, the nurse and a young vet student.
They tool off the lump on his foot too.
I'm sure they pump out calming pheremones for the humans not just for the animals. The place is so calm and tranquil, even the doors slam at a whisper. Homer was so chilled, it felt quite bizare discussing his anxiety.