Just like clockwork, the huge chestnut trees across the street from The Gainsborough start dropping little signs of the change of season, as if on cue in a Nancy Meyer film. The above chestnut my first of Autumn. Something about the ritual of nature I find so comforting and hold so dear.
First off, let me start by saying how touched we have been by the outpouring of kind & informative words, thoughts and prayers for our beloved pooch, Bailey. She is resting comfortably all snuggled up right next to my leg as I type this. She had her Mast tumor removed on Tuesday. The surgeon called late yesterday saying we caught the cancerous growth super early so it was still in its lowest grade. The amount of information so many of you provided us with from your own experiences was invaluable to us as it helped guide us through all of this. We are forever grateful. Bailey sends a bark, and if you have ever been to one of the shops when she gets excited you know what I mean, as well as a loving lick or two, to you all, in thanks. We could not be more relieved and are excited for her to be on the mend.
Much, much love,