Baz has a tumour. It's suddenly appeared from his abdomen. Lucky to get vet appt at once but end result is op on Monday. She wanted him to be assessed by a cardiologist and /or other tests but we decided that the whole situation was so incredibly stressful for him that we'd rather the vet just got on with it. No alternative anyway. It's going to be a worrying weekend. He's so happy to be home that I'm glad he's to have the least intrusive treatment. We've accepted the gamble re his heart and an anaesthetic.
Did you think you were poor growing up?
This made me think.... What do you think?
What did you you think you would have by your current age that you don't?


