Jun 12, 2008 12:22
I took my cat Fluffy to the vet this morning, she's lost a lot of weight and throws up when she eats. I thought it might be the virus she had again, but it's not.
She has a tumor in her abdomen, either from her lymph node or spleen, and it's pushing on her stomach. Doc said they don't do well when you remove those types of tumors. She gave her a shot of cortisone, said that could help reduce the inflammation of the tumor so it's not pushing on her stomach, so she can eat without throwing up, and she may do fine, but if that doesn't help, then there's nothing they can do.
As much as I hate to have to do it, if it doesn't work, I'll have to have her put to sleep. I don't want the end of her life to be pain and suffering. She's had 12 years with us, a safe, happy life.
But it may nearly kill me to have to do it.
I've had her since I was 12 years old, I got her when she was 6 weeks old. We pretty much grew up together. I can hardly remember a time when she wasn't here. And she was my cat. She didn't ever have much to do with mom or dad, it was me she was attached to. And it's killing me right now having to know that she may not be with me much longer. She's as much a part of this family as I am, and I'm not the only one it's gonna hurt to lose her. She's a good cat, she's always been a fantastic mouser, and even though everyone calls her the evil bitch kitty because she gives everyone go-to-hell looks, she's never actually hurt anybody. I'll never find another one like her, that's for sure.
Go hug your pets. You never know when something like this might happen. Cherish every moment you have with them, because you don't know which one may be your last.