I posted over a week ago about Porridge being a bit out of sorts, and then a week ago he seemed to make a full recovery and that, I thought, was that.
By the weekend he was a bit sleepy again and not too keen on going for a walk, so it was off to the vet's last night to see what was wrong. After a lot of prodding and poking and an ultrasound it turns out he has some sort ot tumour on his liver and it does not look too good. Poor Porridge, he has only had 13 months with us since we adopted him - an elderly Staffie that no one wanted, it seems so unfair that after all he has been through - pound, months in rescue, two failed placements and then a happy life with us, that this should happen to him. He is the sweetest, nicest mannered dog you could hope to meet and even the vet was struck by how he put up with everything last night.
So, he is having a nice breakfast of scrambled eggs and rice to tempt his jaded appetite and we are going to hope the blood test results allow hope, please beam us some rays of positive suppport today if you have a moment.