I've been baking a batch of Rosie Mae's
favourite dog biscuits.
We call them her
They smell absolutely delicious.
The recipe says it should make 60 biscuits,
but only seemed to make 36.
36 is quite enough for Rosie's waistline!
|(nom nom nom)|
|(action shot: a final lick of the lips)|
I took both Rosie Mae and our little cat, Susie Tu,
to the vets this week because we found lumps in/on
both of them where lumps shouldn't be.
The vet wasn't overly concerned about Rosie,
and we'll just keep an eye on it for any changes.
Susie is a different matter.
I agreed with the vet that because of Susie's age,
15'ish, we wouldn't put her through any invasive
investigations, which could make it worse. Whatever it is,
there isn't much we would be able to do.
We feel she's on very precious borrowed time, anyway,
after she was so ill in the summer. Every day is a bonus
and while she seems happy, purring and eating,
then we're happy.