I don't make a lot of personal posts so please bear with me. #Rufus hasn't been doing well for the past week or so. I mean, he's 13 (at least), and has slowed down due to age, but the past week or two he's been acting like every movement is a Herculean effort. A few times in the past couple of weeks his rear legs have given out on him completely to where I've had to pick him up and carry him which is, in itself, telling. Rufus has always hated being carried and struggled continuously when I did so. Yesterday while petting him I noticed two golf-ball sized things up under his chin. Now, they may be benign lipomas as Rufus is covered with them (one one each thigh, one on each shoulder, one on his chest and a few smaller bumps here and there) or they may be indicative of something else. I'm no vet and aside from emergency medic battlefield training I have no medical experience whatsoever, but these new things seem to be where your or mine lymph nodes are located....
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I have a friend who's terrified of Google products (probably because she doesn't understand the technology).
Either way, information is information and I'm just passing it along.
It's like I told my DoD contractor bf in 1998 when he told me our house was bugged, "If they want to listen to the kids fight and us make love, have at it."
I developed this attitude when I was about six. We were Catholic. One day I realized that if angels watched us all the time, they watched us when we bathed and peed. I was freaked out for about a week. Hardly went to the bathroom. Then, I realized also that if they watched us, they were DAMNED PERVERTS and went on with my life not caring about the stupid angels.
And I never did drugs. Overcoming a childhood where I was nearly killed, beaten weekly, raped for years and called "the ugly little Indian bastard" by my half sibs was enough to survive.