Well, Sylvia is back to her old self again, for the most part. We have been through a traumatic experience, but thanks to her strength, courage and joyful spirit, Sylvia and I are back on track. What was expected to be a simple operation to remove a fatty lump from her neck turned into a nightmare. Poor Sylvia looked like she had taken part in a slasher film; her neck was all swollen and bruised when we left the vet's office and that night she sat stunned, unable to sleep. We returned to the vet's office three or four more times and staff members called often to check on Sylvia's status. We were not happy. After applying cold packs, taking medicine and resting easy for over a week, Sylvia slowly returned to her joyous, tail-wagging self. Her perly whites really do shine and she smiles more often now. Here we are on the mighty Kennebec, in a town called Farmingdale. From there, we traveled to the mysterious and well-trodden Greenway. I say "mysterious", because both Sylvia and I pondered whether it truly stretches from Maine to Florida. We are curious, but have decided to wait for warmer weather to explore further.
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