Not good

I made the mistake of ringing home at lunchtime and thus am I here now, having come home missing my last hour of teaching.

The vet didn’t have good news. When they got a proper look, it seems that it’s not a cut but a tumour that has done the damage. Now in dogs, any cancers of the mouth are often aggressive and malignant.

All the way home my inner voice was saying “it’s not malignant, it’s not as bad as it might be”. I don’t want my inner voice to be a liar, but I also don’t want to be an ostrich.

If you pray, please pray for my dog.