Today I took our cat Molly to the vet. Back in January, I thought she was a goner for sure. She hadn't eaten in four days and I just figured it was kidney failure like Millicent 1 1/2 years ago. I fed her through a syringe for a week and gave her medicine three times a day for 10 days. She actually perked back up. We were all shocked. She looked healthy. She started sleeping on the end of our bed. Super-hero dad said he thought she was a different cat. Of course, that's one of the legendary 9 lives of cats. Her personality changed when her sister died, but this was different. It was like we invited a new cat to live with us.
Well, it's happened again. She was eating a little each day, but throwing up every couple of days. It's just awful to see an animal suffer. Today the vet said she had lost 3 pounds since he saw her four months ago. He felt her abdomen and said there was a walnut sized growth. They could biopsy it, but whatever it was, they would have to do surgery to remove it. I can't do that. She's 16 years old. I don't want her to be in pain. So, we are saying goodbye to Molly this weekend and I will take her in next week.
I can't believe I will be animal-less.