It seemed as if half of his head was gone. The family that feeds him hadn’t seen him in days and ꜰᴇᴀʀᴇᴅ he would never return. We can only image the difficulties he had returning home, maybe from a vast distance and in agonizing agony and disorientation. He must have used every ounce of his remaining vigor in order to reach his destination.
When we retrieved him, he was too weak to fight, and he patiently bore the removal of maggots from his ᴡᴏᴜɴᴅ, despite his discomfort. However, when he recovered, his eyes and whole face changed.