not_hathor | Last Week was Not Good, to put it mildly.

Jethro had developed a sore on his right rear leg. I was desperately hoping that it was an infection from an undiscovered cockle burr or cone flower seed, which were the bane of our existence back in December when Jethro would cheerfully drag me through a mess of dried weeds whist on our thrice daily walkabouts (and I would spend half an hour picking them out of my pant legs, and at least that long carefully combing out the silly half Chow's fur) -- yeah, no. Cancer, as were the lump under his right armpit and the one on his left side mid-back. And its the fast spreading kind. Nothing really to be done, except love him, try to make him comfortable, no idea how long he has left, and cry. He's still bright-eyed and bushy tailed, except for the two days following the biopsy procedure -- when he could barely walk without someone supporting his back legs with a makeshift sling, and totally lost his appetite... He's pretty much back to normal except he keeps licking at the spot on his hip and the only way to prevent it is The E-Collar, or somehow keep it covered -- and the location is not conducive to bandages -- we've had some success with backwards tee-shirts (tail goes through the neck hole, legs down the sleeves and tie the bottom slack up around his waist.... but the whole thing has to to come off when we take him outside to do his business.

At least he's now eating enough that he actually HAS business to do.

Exhausting.

But wait, there's more!

Except, I'm tired and sick at heart. and it's bed time.