A couple weeks ago our dog doctor found a growth in Patches' back left leg and was like, "Fuck dudes, this ain't cool." and ordered a CT scan which happened today and afterwards, while Patches was still under anesthesia, the surgeon called B and I and said, "I might be able to scoop some of the mass out and save her limb." and then attempted to do that but phoned us back a little while later and said, "Okay, just kidding. The mass isn't coming out cuz it's all up in her muscles 'n shit, but if we cut off her whole entire leg we'll be in the clear." to which B and I were like "Maybe go try harder, please?" and she was like "Whatever, it's your money, bitches." and then she went and tried harder and returned to us with "This could actually be a different kind of tumor than we originally thought and there's a chance it'll respond to radiation which is expensive AF but Patches would get to stay the sassiest betch on four legs." and obvi that sounded good to us so they took some samples of the mass, closed her up, put her on hella drugs and gave her back to us and she can't really walk on her own and she's in a lot of pain and she's been crying a bunch and it's been a somewhat emotional time but she's home and she's alive and we'll figure out the rest later.