Three Line Lunch: Red at the Vet #3

a yearlong diary in three-line poems by Jeff Rogers, day 116

Red at the Vet #2: Nailed to a Prognosis

X-rays show Red’s tumors have grown, with new liver node. Vet ducks prognosis.
“We’re leaving town for a week,” I say. “I need to know if he’ll be here when I get back.”
Her gut tells her two weeks, she says, but with cancer it could turn any day.