We found 6, count 'em SIX, new lumps on my baby girl. We've been watching them for a bit, because Miss Allergies tends to get lumps that come and go, but these just didn't go away. Worried that they were mast cell tumors like the ones she had removed over a year ago, she was packed off to the vet for some biopsies.
Unfortunately, 3 of them turned out to be the dreaded tumors. Luckily, they're low grade, but it's quite a pickle because a) they're baaaack, and b) they're in numbers. It goes without saying that this induced a fairly serious episode of hysteria in the pug mama.
Apparently there are many options of treatment, including chemotherapy, but we're going to take it one step at a time. First is to take some X-rays to see if there's spread to internal organs. I dropped her off this morning, and the little tree frog clung to me, shaking, like I was abandoning her. Giant weepy tears all over the place (emitted by moi), as I left the office of the vet that now officially considers me a lunatic. That little pug breaks my heart on a regular basis.