We have the mobile vet coming in the window between 9:00 and 1:00 today and I’m barely holding it together. As you can see from this pic last Monday, Toby is mostly his usual self, and I bet we can address the other issues with some different food.
But my anxiety started whispering, “What if it’s cancer? What if we can’t fix it?” over the weekend and now it’s pretty much screaming that in my brain. So either way, it will be good to talk to the vet and get something concrete to worry about.
We’ll take all the good energy and prayers you want to send, and thank you.