Spike Goes to the Hospital

Today, when I picked up Spike, my Yorkshire Terrier, from the groomer, she showed me a mat of hair at Spike's neck. She said she could shave it off, but wanted me to see it because it looked like it was a wound that had been oozing and matted the hair. So I let her shave it off and we saw under it a round sore about the size of a nickel. It looked like a puncture wound at the center and was red and wet around it. So we stopped at the vet on the way home and he said he had to see if there was anything in there and then suture it. He said Spike's teeth needed cleaning, too, and he might lose some of them. The worst part, Spike had to stay overnight. Poor Spike. He's almost 16 now and it's a risk when old dogs, especially small old dogs, have to be given anesthesia. I'm feeling sad and worried for my sweet little dog.


Then, tonight, when I looked at my email, I saw one from my cousin Betty about her oldest and most loved Yorky, Daisy. Daisy passed on today. This is a very sad day.