In addition to end of summer visits from the girls and granddaughter. My grandpuppy, Sasha, had surgery on Wednesday to remove her spleen and a very large (bigger than a softball, smaller than a basketball) tumor attached to it. We should get results tomorrow as to whether or not it is cancer. My daughter brought her back here for the surgery. She had to head back to school today (12 hours away), so we are keeping little Sash until she gets her staples out. Then I had my hubby take our much beloved Rottie to the vet about two weeks ago because I thought he was working hard to breathe. Vet pronounced him perfectly healthy. I've been watching him, still concerned, while my hubby told me I was crazy, I was just imagining things because of Sasha and her situation. Friday I called the vet and insisted they look at him again. As the vet said to me, "You can't argue with a mother's instinct." He has some pulmonary edema, pleural effusion, and maybe congestive heart failure. He's in the hospital so they can get rid of some of the fluids on his chest and hopefully be able to tell what the root cause of the problem is. Could be any of several things, including tumors in either the lungs or heart. So that's been my last couple of weeks in a nutshell.
So send good thoughts this way for Sasha and Pudge.
Love and hugs to the breast friends...