Pippi has some form of lymphoma of an intestinal variety.
Taffy cost me incredible amounts of money, and now (being off-work) I just don't have it. Even if I did, the outcome is pretty grim; and I don't want to wish the chemo and radiation on her...
But she's such a sweet cat. At night she purrs and cuddles up on my stomach, and will stay on my legs all night long. She comes when I call her, responds vocally and with a tail-swish, and I know that she's listening.
God isn't much help; I just feel the lack of ability to do for.
I've been avoiding the bad thoughts, but am very aware of the eventual outcome. It is getting closer because she's passing blood, which is a new symptom. Mostly before, she just had some *issues* and if I kept her box clean; they were minimized. I know that she's not doing it deliberately, but having a cat that S**Ts randomly isn't much fun. It's worse because I know why; but can't fix it.
I don't know how long... but she gets as much tuna and chicken as she wants. I'll have to ask Taffy to watch for her.
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