it was awful. so many times we thought he wasn't going to make it - like when he stopped eating but thankfully found a taste for critical care and was eating it off a spoon, and then finally when we thought he was going to be ok... i had to take a week off work because i couldn't stop crying.
to start with, he had to have cream applied to his bits twice a day as well as three different medications. then puss started coming out of his wounds - which was a good thing - so i had to wash them out with hibiscrub & get as much puss out as possible twice a day. he didn't really mind that, although he didn't like his meds, they didn't taste nice.
it was so beautiful when he was allowed back in with fluffy and the babies - we were a little worried what would happen but everyone was grooming him and the babies were always cuddled up to him rather than to fluffy - he was such a sweet gentle soul, he let them climb all over him, they'd have gotten a sharp slap from fluffy if they tried anything like that with her.
i miss him so much... but you're right, his babies and fluffy, they're all so beautiful and they're his. and there's more on the way (when we found out fluffy was a girl, we had babies and she was already pregnant - we didn't know for sure until about a week ago) - i hope they're all healthy. i'm secretly hoping for a pink white because chinchi was a pink white but it doesn't really matter.