Oh livejournal, you agony aunt you
I guess I didn't need to cry about my life more than at 140 characters at a time for a while now.
Prince, that fluffy fat goofball oblivious cat of ours, is in the hospital, with a mass in his trachea. They took some biopsies, and we'll know in a few days what's going on, but right now we just need to hope he doesn't stop breathing from it blocking up his airway.
And if it is cancer, as they fear, then we have to start a new, shorter adventure - depending on what the newest treatment is, and how much quality of life that'll give him.
I'm scared witless for my little fuzzbutt.
Prince, that fluffy fat goofball oblivious cat of ours, is in the hospital, with a mass in his trachea. They took some biopsies, and we'll know in a few days what's going on, but right now we just need to hope he doesn't stop breathing from it blocking up his airway.
And if it is cancer, as they fear, then we have to start a new, shorter adventure - depending on what the newest treatment is, and how much quality of life that'll give him.
I'm scared witless for my little fuzzbutt.