marlie

I packed up the kids today and headed to the vet.  Taking an {active} preschooler, an infant,  and a whiny dog to the vet is no easy task.  But Marlie needed her lump looked at and we needed an estimate of how much it would set us back, money-wise.

The doctor told us it was not a fatty cyst like we thought it was, but instead, a tumor.  She won't know if it's malignant or not until after she takes it off.  She did say it could lead to various other potential problems. 

Great. 

We feel terrible, and are hoping it's nothing.  We can't even fathom losing our dog right now.  Especially to cancer.  Jack takes her on a walk every night and feeds her dinner.  Jack and Marlie have a pretty good system of helping each other out with food.  Jack feeds it to her, on the sneak, and she eats it.  Win-win.  He really loves her.