But we are cautiously optimistic that the lump in his throat is getting better under steroid treatment.

The dog better look out, though.  Milo may kick the stuffing out of him in a fit of ‘roid rage…

It’s hard to focus on the good when illness has struck a tiny tyrant.

Plenty is just fine chez nous, and we have much to be grateful for.  But John found a grape-sized lump on Milo’s larynx on Friday.  At the vet, they found he had a fever of 106 – very, very high.  An expensive battery of tests has told us… well, almost nothing, except he doesn’t have an infection.  He has been out of sorts and punky, spending lots of time in the cool sanctuary of the basement.  He appreciates visits, but hasn’t been seeking us out with his usual insistent regularity.  His meow is a croak, and his purr sounds like a fork dragged across asphalt.

Wee Milo is not well.  And it’s got us well and truly tweaked.

That’s all I got.  How are you?