le sigh
My poor kitty Fatima died today. Poor thing had been battling cancer for the last six months or so. She was only five years old, and went through a lot of pain in her short life.
She was an alley cat for her first two years, waiting for me at her corner every morning since she was three months old for food and petting. Then I found her in a ditch after getting hit by a car, with both hind legs, pervis and spine fractured. It took us almost six months but she walked again, although her left hind leg was left crooked. She was plump and purring, and loved to sit at the balcony and cuss at the passing pigeons.
Until six months ago, when I noticed that her jaw was starting to grow. Poor thing had bone cancer that slowly ate away half her face, making her look like a zombie cat. Until her last day she was purring and demanding food, and I'm hoping not in much pain.
Some kitties get to live until unimaginable old ages like 17 and 19. Some, well, don't.
She was an alley cat for her first two years, waiting for me at her corner every morning since she was three months old for food and petting. Then I found her in a ditch after getting hit by a car, with both hind legs, pervis and spine fractured. It took us almost six months but she walked again, although her left hind leg was left crooked. She was plump and purring, and loved to sit at the balcony and cuss at the passing pigeons.
Until six months ago, when I noticed that her jaw was starting to grow. Poor thing had bone cancer that slowly ate away half her face, making her look like a zombie cat. Until her last day she was purring and demanding food, and I'm hoping not in much pain.
Some kitties get to live until unimaginable old ages like 17 and 19. Some, well, don't.