August 28, 2020

White Dog's appointment with Dr. Julia today had me more nervous that normal. The Little White Dog of My Heart has a strong appetite, is alert and active, and once again happily anticipates bedtime walks. There was nothing to suggest her routine recheck of her pancreatic cyst would reveal any problems. But still. I knew I was overprotectively over-reacting to Pearls' death and transferring it to today's visit. There were no similarities but the mind sometimes flies off on disjointed routes. I probably held My Girl a couple of minutes longer than needed to wish her luck and to hurry home.

All day I waited holding my breath but staying my hand from calling Dr. Julia. The procedure was scheduled for the afternoon and Mondays are usually chaotic at the clinic, I argued with myself in favor of patience.

Steve messaged me from the exam room. The ultrasound had indicated the cyst has remained small and no draining had been necessary! I drew a deep breath. Opal tilted her head with a questioning look. "White Dog is perfectly fine," I told her, "she is on her way home."

We must recheck every month to six weeks just to keep a handle on the cyst but for now all is good. White Dog granted me a celebratory hug and kisses to her ear and head before reminding me that it had been a long day of fasting for her and that treats would be most welcomed.