Hurray! Sounds like Trixie is learning the ropes in her new home and will be established as part of the pack very soon. And, is giving you a break from carrying her on the stairs -- also very good!!
Yesterday, I fully expected the vet to say I needed to put Goo down and did a lot of preparatory crying. But, Goo came home. I'm not sure I totally believe the doc, but he said he could feel a soft spot in the lump on Goo's jaw, so it MIGHT not be the cancerous tumor I expected. Although new to Fort Dodge, this is an experienced vet, so I hope he's right.
Goo came home with antibiotics to treat a bone infection, which is what the doctor said the lump might be. In any case, my little old boy is with me for a while longer. His appetite is great; he walks like a frail, elderly cat, but he can still move on his own. I always think my critters tell me when they're ready to go, and Goo isn't quite done yet. He even mustered up some serious growls and resistance when the vet tried to extract tiny body from his carrier. Goo still has some spirit in him!
Dr. also said it would be a positive if the lump broke open and drained so it would dry up on its own. Last night, Goo misgauged the height of a chair, slipped and hit the floor. There was plenty of drainage. Plenty. And, he didn't care one bit for the warm compress I held against his jaw.
The insurance company's inspector called and apologized for the delay in getting back to me over the holiday weekend. He wanted to come out yesterday. But I was choking back tears during the call, which happened before I knew Goo was going to live. I apologized for being weepy, and Randy, who has had to put down some of his own pets, said he would reschedule the inspection. Despite his kindheartedness, I'm sure he will notice the spongy deck boards that need replacing and report me to American Family.
Today, I have to go to the hospital (45 miles away) for a bone density scan that will take much less time than the commute either way. In the afternoon, I am going to attend a good friend's mother's funeral.
I am hoping the rest of the week will unfold on an even keel, with less emotional bouncing around.