They normally don’t pile on to a single dog bed together, but for two nights in a row this week, Dexter and Sam crowded on a tiny square in the living room, together.
I haven’t wanted to mention this, because I hardly wanted to believe it, but we took Dexter to the vet today. She put him under anesthesia and put a camera up his nose to see if she could figure out what was causing his reverse sneezing and occasional bloody nose. We have it narrowed down to two possibilities: lymphocytic plasmacytic rhinitis, which is treatable, or cancer, which would give us about another three months with him. We have to wait until at least Tuesday night or Wednesday morning for biopsy results.
So, kind and gentle reader, if my blog is a bit quiet for the next few days, that’s just the sound of my heart breaking.