Yesterday, my cat Goya died.  She was only about 7 or 8 years old.  She was an adorable, wonderful, lovable cat, and I love(d) her.

Here are some pictures of her:


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I just want the semester to be over so I can sleep for a week or otherwise engage in pointless escapism without any shame.  I'm so close to being done with one of my finals, but then I have to pretty much teach myself Income Tax at this point.  Fuck.  Somehow I pulled a victory from the jaws of defeat with the MPRE, maybe I can do that here.  It'd ( Read more... )

Goya had her tumor removal surgery today.  It seems to have gone well.  They removed all her tumors in one go (so thankfully I don't have to worry about planning a second surgery for her!), as there were a lot of them on both sides, and thankfully there was enough cat pudge to sew her back up afterwards even after such an extensive surgery.  She's ( Read more... )

My cat Goya has cancer.  She's probably going to have a surgery in the next week or so, but even that has a pretty small chance of actually making things right in the long run.  She probably won't make it longer than a number of months unless she's one of the 20% or so cats who survive mammary cancer.

( WARNING: Medical and needle squick )