The thing I hate most about bad news is how, even after I have had time to absorb it and digest it, the bad news will slip out of my consciousness for a little while, only to come back and slap me again and again.
My sweet Boomie has had hip displasia all his life. I thought his increased limping had something to do with that. But today we found out that he has a tumor in his right rear leg. By the looks of the X ray, there is no way to save the leg. Even after they take it, the cancer has probably already spread to somewhere else in his body. But amputation will buy him some time.
Surgery will probably be in about a week. I don't think I'll be sleeping very well tonight. Something keeps slapping me.