It became pretty clear Monday night that the antibiotics weren’t going to do the trick. Tuesday morning I held Sara’s breakfast, apologized over and over and took her to the vet clinic.
The mammary tumor had ruptured and it was quite clear that our only option was to get it out of there.
She did really well. They even pulled a tooth that had to go. She came home last night and slept through the night as if nothing had happened.
This morning she picked through her breakfast and tonight she ate like a champ.
For a little 13 year old lady she is doing remarkably well.