Miss Ruby had surgery this Monday morning, to remove a tumor from her eye. I wish I could have had a procedure to surgically remove my guilt--I never realized that the little bump on her eyelid (there as long as I can remember) was actually the tip-end of a big, gross and bubbly growth under her eyelid, pressing down on her eye.
The vet removed it successfully, but said it looked "iffy"--test results pending the lab test due at the end of the week. Don't say 'iffy' and then ask me to write a big check, that's just a little bit guache, no?
The clinicians said she was the "happiest dog to have surgery we've ever seen!". My co-worker said," Well, that figures--just like her Mama, the perpetual Pollyanna!"
The irony of having a dog so like myself is not lost on me--will she have the big C too?