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SO basically danny's been kind of sick, just like virus stuff we thought until he dropped a lot of weight in the past couple of weeks. took him to the vet yesterday and the cat that weighed in at 22 pounds a few years ago is now down to 12. all his tests came back negative for stuff like diabetes or hyperthyroidism or anything wrong with his liver, which means that fearing the worst was right - he's got cancer. so, i've spent pretty much the past three hours crying and trying to put myself back together knowing that he's only got a few more weeks - meaning sometime in april we're going to lose him because everything always dies in our family in april. honestly this is just the most heartbreaking because we know he's going to die. it's not sudden like with every other cat we've ever had, we have to watch him go down and just make it as comfortable for him as possible so he enjoys the little time he's got left with us. that's life, i guess, and pretty much it just fucking blows