Unfortunately, last night I noticed Lily has a lump around her armpit. 99% sure it is a mammary tumour, so we're off to the vet's first thing tomorrow morning (soonest I could get in) and she'll probably be having surgery.

I'm very nervous because she's going to be 2 years old in 2 weeks time. I don't like surgery on older animals because the risk is higher, but hey, the other option is leaving it. I'm not going to leave it, I'm going to take whatever chance of giving her a long, happy life.

She's an amazing, beautiful girl who loves to hold my fingers and just lick and groom me. She's always gentle, and it would kill me to lose her.
 
Today was the first visit to the vet for the ratties. I stuffed the pet carrier with their blankets and tucked in their favourite hammock. They were quite pleased about that, seeing as the hammock has a pocket for them to hide in.

The vet was lovely with them and Lily clearly found a new best friend - she spent most of the visit in the vet's arms, happily being stroked. Layla was quite frightened unfortunately, and as soon as I opened the carrier she dived down my shirt. Bless her.

They're both on a small amount of Baytril due to a very mild possible respiratory infection, but this should hopefully clear them up nicely. They were pleased to go home and were even more thrilled when I returned the walnut that I'd confiscated the previous night (at 4am they started bashing it against the cage door to try and open the shell!)