While my wife and I were out at dinner celebrating our wedding anniversary, Hugo escaped and apparently was struck by a car. resulting in a badly broken leg.
After surgery and two weeks in the hospital, he was allowed home, wearing a splint on the bad leg.
The first day he could move around freely, he let us know that he wanted to go out. Our apartment was on the second floor. If we had let him out this door to our back porch, he had intended to jump down onto the roof of the garage, and from there onto the first floor porch and onto the ground to explore.
We, the cruel humans, refused to open the door for him. He lived many happy years thereafter.