Because he was so close to dead on Friday, the vet kinda downplayed full blood work and x-rays and other expensive diagnostics, so we may never know what in the everlovin' EFFING EFF that was all about. I'm going to chalk it up to a severe, yet silent intestinal inflammation that just got really dramatic at the last minute. I cannot at this moment believe this dog has end stage cancer. He's just OLD, and fragile, and mom will now be much, much more vigilant about these random shifts in eating habits and such.
Onward to talk of knitting, exercise, and my desperate need for a total career change at 56. Because that's so damn easy. That'll ensue tomorrow, or maybe later this week, because I'm exhausted. It's been a rather eventful four or five days.
I really do have a serious and visceral need to knit. It's like a junkie needing a fix. And this time, i'm going to OMG, cast on a sweater for MEEEE! I think I've earned it.