You guys, I do not even anymore.
Monday afternoon, I went out to ride. Yay.
Tristan’s tail wrap was missing. Lo, the miracle of the Elastikon had at last come to an end; it continued almost two more weeks after I first reported it. Goddamn, you guys, seriously.
Anyway: it was gone now.
So, I lifted up his tail, curious as to what it would look like. It had been nearly two months since we put in the cisplastin beads, and one month since I last looked at it, when it looked like a healing scab.
There was nothing there.
So, thus ends the saga of the tail tumor, which was weird from point A to point B.