The dog had a cardiologist appointment today. With all the bad news on the pet front lately, with Pinky having to be put to sleep two weeks ago and Olie dying on Tuesday, I'm glad to report that the dog is doing well.
She does have a mitral valve prolapse, but a good prognosis there and no other problems.
It strikes me, when she's on the table and I'm looking at the multi-color image of the flow of blood through her heart, that my dog is getting better medical care than most of the human population of the world. I don't feel good about that.
But I have felt the cold wet nose of unconditional devotion, and it is worth more than gold, or even more than biennial cardiac sonograms.