All of my vet test came back normal. My blood work is just fine. No thyroid problems, and my bottom is just lumpy without anything cancerous. I didn't want to get my butt examined, but I put on my big girl pants and did it. If you need to do the same, go ahead and schedule your appointment. If you are 50 or older, get a colonoscopy.
I have a goose egg on my bottom. Only I'm small, so it's more of the size of a quail egg. My LADY thought it was an anal gland problem, but it turns out that it's a tumor. They took a sample, which was not fun-mind you, and now we are waiting to hear the results. We are all hoping that it is just a fatty deposit. Never before have I ever, ever hoped to just have a fat ass. We also discussed my weight problem and they are running a thyroid test. We will let you know soon about my test results.
I'm feeling better. My mouth doesn't hurt anymore. I'm glad we took a "wait and see" approach. The last thing that I need a an unneeded vet visit. I hate that place. In other news, my spring coat is coming in. That means that my winter coat is getting spread about. If you don't believe me, just go look in my bed.
The left side of my mouth hurts. I scream when someone rubs it. My LADY discovered this when she was washing my face yesterday. In the past, screaming has been a helpful tool to make people stop touching me. Not with these people, though. I scream, and they still trim my nails. I scream, and they still brush my teeth. So today, my LADY rolled me in a towel, and looked inside my mouth. I screamed louder than a elementary school fire alarm. She didn't stop; she looked inside my mouth. She didn't see anything unusual, so she said we are going to "monitor the situation" for a few days. She's giving me a mouthwash left over from Sofie's teeth cleaning. She can monitor me all that she wants, as long as she keeps her hands out of my mouth...
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