End of the first week of a new job, and I'm still alive, and more importantly, the dogs are still here. On Tuesday Herbie sicked up grass all over my duvet, so I came home to dried-up green goo all over the bed, and on Wednesday Holly shredded newspaper, but today Dad left the dogs most of a dish of moussaka, so this evening they were happy, and barrel-shaped.
Herbie's nodes are huge, and I keep asking myself, how can he survive? The oncologist warned me this would happen, but he said timings are anyone's guess. I've just found out about Cole, and my thoughts are with her family at this sad time.