The Goddess of Sadness. Is there such a thing?
A lump on her lower jaw seemed to appear (& grow larger quickly) out of nowhere a couple weeks ago. My brother-in-law who was visiting thought I was obsessing, thought I was imagining this thing doubling in size (overnight). I got an appointment that we would have to wait 5 days for....I called back and begged for a sooner one and got it.
I hoped for the best, but I found myself tearing up thinking about the "what ifs" waiting for this appointment for
I had to beg and beg and beg for this dog like you have no idea.
3 1/2 months old on her first backpacking trip.
The prognosis after lots and lots of worry is an infection (which is good that it is not a tumor). But the infection (which was caused by who-knows-what, maybe cheatgrass) turned into an abscess that had to be drained.
The slouchy "get this thing off me, Mama" stance.
Skag: Sad but Brave. The drain tube is sort of ghastly if I think about it too much. I am the one who has to clean it, and it is the least I can do for her after all she does for me.
I'm so glad that my friend will be getting this tube out on Monday, and on the road to a full recovery. I don't dare tell her today that the cone (Elizabethan Collar!) will be around for a little while (until stiches come out)!