So 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. The large one is... rather large. 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 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.)
 Guilt! Guilt!
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 Damned expensive pets, rats.