Yoda, our 13 lb Caryn Terrier mix (he disputes that --he's a 600 lb Mastiff in his mind), has a mass on his liver. He's 11, has lived a good and full life since his rescue. Still, our last little rescue, Taz, lived to the ripe old age of 22--so we are frankly blindsided as we expected the other three, larger, dogs to go before him. Monday we have a conference call with his vet to discuss Quality of Life options. IF there is a chance, we have scheduled a CT scan to get a clearer picture of what's going on, but the Ultrasound has suggested smaller nodules, which would mean it has metastasized. He also developed a left nostril bleed at the beginning of this week, which suggests a tumor in his head. 2020 has taken on an even deeper SUCK...