A quick trip to the vets for blood tests. We've inwardly known for a day or two but didn't want to acknowledge the severity of the change. The results, when they are phoned through, show liver and kidney readings off the scale. Urea levels through the roof. How many times have we heard similar words ? " Weeks ?" asks 'The Font' . ' Days if she's lucky ' comes the vets reply. No pain but constant and growing discomfort and confusion. A large tumour on the liver. Inoperable and rampant.
Down by the library they're getting ready for next weeks graduation ceremonies. There's a poem written on the window by the entrance porch which is just right for a morning like this .