A Reprieve

I didn't want to call the animal hospital this morning, in case there was bad news about Elderly Three-toothed Dog, but I couldn't bear the thought of waiting for them to call me, either. So I picked up the phone.

He is doing well, with good vitals. Importantly, he ate breakfast "like a champ," informed the cheerful person on the line. Once they re-check his bloodwork, we will know when we can bring him home.

I am so glad that we have a little bit more time with him. He can sleep in his own nests, and bake his old bones on the patio with Tiny Dog. We will do whatever we can to make him comfortable, for as long as we have him with us.