Monday morning I gave Lucy the last of her medicine and danced a little jig because the vet had pronounced her cured at last! I think the vet was actually as happy as we were — she smiled broadly and rubbed my shoulder and said, “I can’t believe it!” with a hint of real jubilation in her voice. And this is not a woman who — as much as I like and respect her — could ever be accused of being overly demonstrative. After nearly six months of dealing with that, it’s such a relief to have that poor dog feeling better and not looking so miserable and pitiful.