I have made an appointment at the veterinary hospital for Josie. She goes for a double purpose next Tuesday.
Firstly, she will have a dental procedure. Her teeth do not seem very bad, though she has some gingivitis and her breath is a little smelly. She hasn’t had dental attention recently; her health has always been good. But it is time for her mouth to be seen to, and for bad teeth, should there be any, to be dealt with.
While there, she will have the lump on the side of her jaw removed, and sent away for analysis. I noticed this lump late last year and had my Chubs examined by a doctor, but the results were indeterminate. The lump does not feel as if it is attached to her jaw; then again, it seems bigger than it was just a couple of weeks ago, though this may be my imagination.
In any case, the Great White goes under the knife next week. It will be a single-day procedure; I will deliver Josie to the hospital about eight o’clock and should be able to retrieve her at four, that afternoon. Then we will await the results of the examination of the mysterious lump.
That object may be nothing more than a cyst, and my hope is that my tiny-headed fatty will be curled up again soon, untroubled and well.