Heartbreaking
We've had my oldest cat, Whiskers, since I was 8 years old. He has been a part of the family for 15 wonderful years. The sweetest, smartest, most handsome cat ever. Eating turkey or chicken or bacon are his favorite past times. He enjoys giving hugs (putting his paws on our shoulders and rubbing his cheek against our faces), perching on my shoulder awkwardly while watching television, and immobilizing people's arms while he lays in their lap so they can't do anything but enjoy his company.
Two weeks ago, we took him to the vet because he's been scratching at his ears like crazy, causing them to bleed and a lump had recently appeared behind his ear. They diagnosed the lump as a tumor and informed us that he has cancer. He was given anywhere from a few weeks to several months to live and we were told to just make him happy and keep him comfortable.
Monday, my mom and uncle want to take him back to the vet, because the tumor has grown and spread an extreme amount in just two weeks and he has continuously scratched at it, causing him to lose hair and make the tumor bleed. He has still been so sweet, has his regular appetite, and still shows affection - although he has spent a lot more time hiding. I don't want him to suffer from this cancer, but I am devastated to think that I only have a couple of short days left before he won't be here anymore.
I've lost two cats previously, both due to kidney failure and both were, sadly, much younger when they passed. That was devastating too. I should be happy that Whiskers has lived such a long, incredible life with us, but somehow the thought of losing him is the hardest and most devastating of all because he has been around the longest, and he was my first cat. I know my mom and uncle are hurting from this too, we all love him so much and he is truly a family member. This sucks.
Two weeks ago, we took him to the vet because he's been scratching at his ears like crazy, causing them to bleed and a lump had recently appeared behind his ear. They diagnosed the lump as a tumor and informed us that he has cancer. He was given anywhere from a few weeks to several months to live and we were told to just make him happy and keep him comfortable.
Monday, my mom and uncle want to take him back to the vet, because the tumor has grown and spread an extreme amount in just two weeks and he has continuously scratched at it, causing him to lose hair and make the tumor bleed. He has still been so sweet, has his regular appetite, and still shows affection - although he has spent a lot more time hiding. I don't want him to suffer from this cancer, but I am devastated to think that I only have a couple of short days left before he won't be here anymore.
I've lost two cats previously, both due to kidney failure and both were, sadly, much younger when they passed. That was devastating too. I should be happy that Whiskers has lived such a long, incredible life with us, but somehow the thought of losing him is the hardest and most devastating of all because he has been around the longest, and he was my first cat. I know my mom and uncle are hurting from this too, we all love him so much and he is truly a family member. This sucks.