08.07
… to me, it’s not the most important thing in my life. The health and well being of those few I truly cherish are.
I have two cats. Both are black and white tuxedo shorthairs, each with their own unique personalities. One is 10, the other 7 years old. They are my children, my sons, my companions, as much of my own flesh as they could be. Life would be much less without either one.
The oldest of the two has been loosing weight and growing lethargic the past couple of weeks, and we’ve been taking him for tests and check ups. Today, he underwent an ultrasound, and we discovered the problem – he has cancer, and it’s been spreading rapidly.
Needless to say, this is crushing to me. I have performed a Working, and his healing is now a To Be. This definitely went a long way towards my own sanity. Now, we wait and see, and love the little beast even more then we’ve done in the past, cherishing our brief time on this Earth with him.
I feel for you, having lost a number of very special cats over the years. I once acquired a Norwegian forest mix, left behind from a neglectful owner who packed up and left without him. Amazing cat- smart, friendly, very handsome. HUGE cat, probably over 20 pounds, but a gentle giant.
Dying of feline leukemia maybe 6 months after we found him, we took him to get the shot, and I cried like a baby. I still think about him and get choked up. He made THAT MUCH of an impact on me.
NOT that yours is dying yet-don’t read me wrong!