Poor Max (a.k.a. Scar Butt)

My Poor Max.....had a fatty tumor that popped up on his back and had to be removed. Max, no stranger to the vet (we are personally responsible for my vet's new beach home).....threw his usual....Dear-God-In-Heaven-Don't-Leave-Me-Here-How-Could-You-Do-This-To-Me.....throw down fit when I had to leave!! It always breaks my heart to leave him...he HATES the Vet!! Can you say $200??? Max and I BOTH say OUCH!!!!!