Thursday, August 24, 2006

I'm sorry, but I can't get it together to tally up the vote-o and write up the top story right now.

I got the results from Pudsey's tests, and it's not good. My baby-pup has cancer of the stomach and spleen, and it's inoperable. All I can do is keep an eye on her, make sure she's happy and comfy, but as soon as she stops eating or says she's hurting, I have a major decision to make.
But for now, she's enjoyed a Chinese take-away for dinner, and is flopping about either on my bed or the downstairs sofa, which after an anaesthetic I can't blame her.

I can't write any more at the moment, sorry.