girl at large

Miss Ruby had surgery this Monday morning, to remove a tumor from her eye. I wish I could have had a procedure to surgically remove my guilt–I never realized that the little bump on her eyelid (there as long as I can remember) was actually the tip-end of a big, gross and bubbly growth under her eyelid, pressing down on her eye.
The vet removed it successfully, but said it looked "iffy"–test results pending the lab test due at the end of the week. Don't say 'iffy' and then ask me to write a big check, that's just a little bit guache, no?
The clinicians said she was the "happiest dog to have surgery we've ever seen!". My co-worker said," Well, that figures–just like her Mama, the perpetual Pollyanna!"
The irony of having a dog so like myself is not lost on me–will she have the big C too?