Gareth, thank you, and hopefully Guto's full life is a kind thought to you.

CP and Jay, thanks, and yes Maggie, he's a great dog.

Genie, Sully is Angus' nursemaid. He handles the licking, based on the feline maxim that when you're sick, your ears can't be clean enough. Funny, but the ears are a very relaxing acupressure point, so Angus gets a daily dose of 'mellow' from his kitty.

Jon....You can't possibly think I've forgotten? It is a little disturbing for me, however, because I think I'll need to go to Gambler's Anonymous. Not only did I gamble the dog off, I also lost the cup of pennies that was "Angus' College fund" in a vain attempt to learn how to play poker this summer. It was awful...Let's just say that PeterT is up fifty cents, and Angus is going to cosmetology school instead of Oxford, and we'll leave it at that!

Sorcha, the update was that yes, the tumor was a soft-tissue sarcoma. Nasty, and infiltrated enough that we know we didn't get it all out. Chemo won't work because these things rarely spread, but radiation helps. Unfortunately, I live a long way away from the radiologist that I trust, so that option is out. What we are going to try is an antiangiogenic therapy---basically a short treatment to cut the blood supply off to the tumor and restrict its growth. So, we're off to the university hospital so he can visit friends and I can learn how to do the treatment.

Thanks all, for the thoughts.
~JE and the Black Menace