Limb Foamer

Well there's been a lot of water under the bridge since my last little sashay, if that's how you spell it, into the blogosphere.

We've had cross-country days, school trips, sleepovers, computers dying.

Hence the lack of postage. Busy. And unable.

However at the risk of inviting burglary now I have a new laptop, and it's working a bit, which is something.

The unfortunate news is that Tiny is on the pathway to her, how to say it, end-point. Terminus. Nullity. Death.

She's had a blocked anal gland and was on antibiotics for it. They weren't really working so we took her back to the vet and in passing I mentioned that her glands were a bit swollen at which point he suggested an aspirate biopsy and told us she probably only had three months to live.

The biopsy results came back the next day while I was at the cross-country event aforementioned and after working out that this was the vet phoning (cross country was noisy) and not the dog-pound, I listened with a sinking feeling as the worst was confirmed. Lymphoma it is.

So Tiny is on special treatment. Kindness. We'll probably get bored of that in a few days, as she's in reasonably fine health at the moment, cancer aside, and quite perky, although the outlook - much as I would look to deny it - is for a rapid descent into illness and at some point we'll have to take the dreaded decision and lay her down to rest.

Oh well.

Here's a picture of Eloise with her head stuck through the sleeve of my T-shirt to cheer you up. A hope that's slobber there and not the sweat of my oxster. If that's how you spell it.