When the Vet had Riley all knocked out and ready to do the aspiration of what he felt might be a dangerous cancerous lymph gland, he said to his tech--"let's just take it out" and so they cut and took out the ...... ta da fatty tissue ball. Not a swollen lymph gland.
At this point Dr H. and the tech nearly broke out into the happy dance and high fives.
Man. Are we all happy right now. The fatty mass is going to the lab. Riley is on pain meds for the incision and is very Zombie-like. He's drinking water, sleeping and going out on the leash to pee. He'll eat treats but not his food. An hour ago he barked.
It's all good.
Oh, the lymph gland is still in Riley and other than being a bit irritated by rubbing against the fat ball, looks normal.