A Miracle? Or something Gross.

Something happened on Wednesday with my old dog Griffin.

Remember, he's the one with the tumor growing in his mouth.

He's my ancient Shih Tzu who I almost gave the OK to have jaw surgery done on him but then realized it would be too painful and given his extreme age and horrible history with anesthesia, a very bad idea.
So...that morning as I was getting ready to leave for work, I couldn't find him.
I called for him and looked everywhere.
Could he be outside? Did I forget him when he was outside with the others going potty?
I was in a panic, he was nowhere to be found.
I ran downstairs. None of my dogs go downstairs, they are afraid of the stairs because they are open in the back.
I ran back up. I was just about to start crying when I heard a "clink".
I ran back down stairs and saw that the little waste basket that I drop the used cat food cans into was tipped over.
I squatted down and under a little table (I have a bunch of furniture down there) I could see Griffin
and he could see me.
Suddenly he was running, running around the basement with the empty can in his mouth.
Finally I cornered him and carried him upstairs.
Then I left for work.

Wednesdays are my short days at work so when I came home I let everyone out and back in. I got busy doing house stuff when I realized Griff wasn't in the room. I ran to the basement stairs and he was halfway down. I called to him and he stopped. He didn't turn around. Frozen.
I yelled "Griffin" again. He just stood there. Like I said before, I don't think he knows who he is anymore.
I clapped my hands and he turned his head and looked at me. Then he looked down the stairs.
I gave up and walked down and picked him up and plopped him on the kitchen floor.
He ran off and hid in the living room.

Later in the evening, while on the computer I got up to get a drink and while I was in the kitchen I heard a "Clink" again. I went downstairs and there was Griffin, standing over the cat box, munching on "kitty granola".
I stomped up the steps with him and made the cats go downstairs and closed the door.

Then I started to worry about his tumor again.

What if the edge of the cat food can cut it?

And munching on cat turds couldn't be good, to say nothing of the dog poop he dines on out in the yard.

With great trepidation I sat down with him on my lap and stuck my finger in his mouth to feel the tumor.

Ick.
I felt nothing except his teeth and the bottom of his mouth.
What?
I laid him on his back and pried his mouth open.
No tumor.
WHAT?!?!?
I sent a text to my niece Lily.
She sent one back "WHAT!?"
I went and looked again.
No tumor.
How is that possible?
I posted it on Facebook.
Someone said maybe it had been an "Abscess".
Uh, no. I saw the X-rays. I SAW it.
I FELT it. It was thick and rubbery
and it was GONE.
Thursday I told Doc and asked if he thought Griffin could have "chewed" it off?
He shrugged and said that maybe Griff just worked on it until he wore it off.
One of my co-workers said "and then he probably ate it".
Gag.
But whether it's a "Miracle" or something "Gross"
I'm just glad it's gone.
There must be a morale to this story,
I'm just not sure what it is.