Disquiet

Usually, I'm quite happy to be on my computer -- I freely admit I can sit here for hours, either writing or reading. But, today, I'm finding I'm looking for busy work -- work which took the shape -- much to my husband's and son's chagrin -- in moving massive pieces of furniture from one room to the other. This, of course, included unloading said pieces of furniture and then re-loading them (which happily -- for them -- is my job). The reason for my disquiet is simple. One of my dogs is sick and, most probably, has a tumor in his lung. This came on quite suddenly (well, if it is cancer, it's been there for awhile but, for whatever reason, it has shifted into high gear). It started last weekend with labored breathing and, now, even after antibiotics and Lasix, there has been no real improvement. This, and the fact that his white blood count was not elevated indicates it is not an infection but something worse. There's still a chance it could be something other than a tumor but all indications say that's what it is. We should know something definite on Monday -- after the lung fluid is analyzed. The really hard part is that he is a relatively young dog -- he's a rescue so we could never be sure -- but we think he's no older than 7 or 8. We won't let him suffer. I never expected him to be the first to go.