Kerouac is king of self-pitying looks. He got a bath tonight. This is his typical misery.
Sadly, I think his cancer is back. He has a large marble-sized lump in his leg where it used to be, as well as a small lump on his chest. I just noticed it today but it makes sense, as he's slowed dramatically over the past couple months; we didn't notice a visible lump the last time he got a haircut. He's going to the vet tomorrow, but only after frolicking around my parents' backyard and an inevitable stop at the petstore for treats. If it just looks like a local recurrence, we'll probably put him through surgery again--he bounced back like a new dog after last time. However, if it's spread, we'll just have to take care of him as long as we have him.