I Know I Keep Saying This
But my husband is truly amazing. On Sunday, he did all the laundry AND cleaned out the garage. But that’s not the half of it.
Last Friday, I noticed a rather large tumor on the inside of Rigley’s leg. Those of you who know me know that she is my baby. So, it therefore stands to reason that I may have freaked out just a little bit. I spent the weekend worrying about it, and I would have rushed her to the vet on Saturday, but we have a history of bad things happening on Valentine’s Day, so I was too superstitious to take her. The vet could see her today, though. Kevin (the most wonderful man on Earth) came home early to take her (I feared the worst and knew that if—God forbid—something was terribly wrong, I would be unable to function).
Then came the news: She’s perfectly fine. It is, in fact, a tumor, but it is benign. We’ll know for sure on Friday when we get the pathology report back, but the vet flat out said we were wasting our money on the test, because the sample she took was all she needed to see. Nevertheless, I’m paranoid, and Kevin ordered the test. The vet also said that she can’t believe how alert, friendly, and healthy she is for her age (she’s almost 10).
Hooray for Kevin! Hooray for the vet! Most of all, hooray for the baby!
February 17th, 2004 at 8:43 pm
I’m just glad she’s OK. I know (deep down) I’m a distant second to that little black dog, but you never make me feel that way! ๐
February 18th, 2004 at 10:29 am
I’m so glad she’s okay!
February 18th, 2004 at 12:33 pm
I am so glad she is okay.
February 21st, 2004 at 12:14 pm
Woot! I’m glad Rigley is okay. ๐ I also want to know what Kevin is starting his “Husband Training School”. ๐ And Kev, don’t feel too bad about being second to the pet. My hubby is a second to my cat, lol. ๐