Murphy had his surgery this morning and it went well. Before the operation he weighed 19 pounds, and three pounds of that was tumor/cyst/whatever nastiness the vet removed. The Murph was up and walking this afternoon, and Dr. Myers is taking him home with him tonight to keep an eye on him and "let him spend time with his sister." Good old Uncle Tony. The main concern, other than the usual post-operative issues, is that Murphy's skin was so stretched out that the stitches might not hold. As of yet, they have been fine and we can sleep easier tonight knowing Murphy is in good hands.
In other news, I'm sick or something and feel like crap. I've just lain around all day...stupid headache ruins my favorite sick activity - reading - so I'm miffed.
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