Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
- Dylan Thomas
Geraldine called late Wednesday to tell me that Dora had woken up hungry and frisky that morning and so they had not taken her to the vet for her last earthly trip. The vet suggested that Dora's improved condition wouldn't last for more than a day, perhaps two so the inevitable could be postponed as long. At seven o'clock this morning I met Brian and Dora as they were out having their morning walk. Dora was still fairly energetic. Her tumor has stopped bleeding and has shrunk back to egg size. There is no explanation.
Tomorrow Ger and I will travel, with Dora, to Havelock to enjoy a couple of days with Cath at the lake. How things will unfold with Dora, I have no idea. But it would seem, at least for a little while, heaven can wait.
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