Intermittence

The crisis is over, and I’m now emotionally composed enough to report that Tully is fine.

What? You didn’t know she was sick? I guess it’s because I’m a big crybaby and can’t manage to deliver news about an ailing dog without losing control of my faculties.

In any case… We were facing the possibility that Tully had developed a malignant tumor in her stomach, but the biopsy results ruled that out. She’s now being treated for a bunch of symptoms collectively termed Inflammatory Bowel Disease. She might have parasites, or she might have severe food allergies, or perhaps none of the above. What we’ve been told is that she doesn’t have cancer. That’s good enough for me. I wish we could have learned this without spending $1,700 on exploratory surgery and diagnostic procedures, but that’s okay. I get to spend more time with my puppy.