O, ye gods of veterinary care!

On Monday my mom took the Fergie the wonder dog and Tilly the behemoth cat to the vet for general inspection. The cat was perscribed a diet and sent merrily on her way. The prognosis for the dog, however, was a good deal grimmer. It seems that Fergie, friend to all and loyal to the last, has pancreatitis. Our old sheltie, Holly, likely died from the same complication when she was approximately Fergie's age. If treatment is egregiously expensive, Fergie may meet the same fate, and Tilly will lose her best friend, Layla will lose her only zoological ally, and the world will lose one of the only doggies mannered enough to happily coexist with cat people.