That girl of mine is lumpy. Lumpy, lumpy, lumpy. I regularly bring her to the vet to get the lumps -- new and old -- checked and the results have always come back as being merely fatty. A couple weeks ago, the same thing. But a couple of those lumps keep growing and that is causing her doctor and me some concern. So, Tuesday morning she goes in for surgery. Four lumps are being removed, two of the unruly ones and two we just don't like, one of which I found this morning way up in her flank that startled the heck out of me and hasn't yet been tested. Cheyenne's no stranger to surgery, having had both back knees replaced, and some lumps removed a couple years ago, and I'm no stranger to hand wringing and worrying about her the night before and the day of surgery. In fact, even though she's familiarly flopped down beside me gnawing on a bone at the moment, things won't be right again until I pick her up tomorrow afternoon.
For my girl, keep your fingers crossed Tuesday, would you please?