frazzledSo she's scheduled for surgery on Friday.
Which, of course, I spotted for the first time one and a half hours after the vet closed on Saturday[1]. The large one is... rather large[2]. The small one's not visible under her fur, but can be felt. They are not bothering Echo at this time -- won't she be surprised when she wakes up Friday afternoon!
(It looks to me like mammary tumors; based on the cost estimate[3] sitting here on my desk that's about what the vet is thinking, too, but I should get more details from Andres when he gets home. Uh... whenever that is.)
[1] Guilt! Guilt!
[2] See [1].
[3] Damned expensive pets, rats.
