forrest
03-10-2006, 06:09 PM
I never thought I would miss my little cat so much. He came into our lives about a year and a half ago when he was a tiny little kitten. We found him in the forest where he was abandoned and sick and we nursed him back to health. He had so many problems but he recovered fully within months. He grew up to be a very handsome little cat boy and was friendly and happy as a cat can be.
About 2 weeks ago I noticed that he wasn't as playful as usual and would just sleep on the sofa for most of the day. I also noticed that he wasn't following me around everywhere like he used to and a couple of days ago I thought he looked like he lost some weight. I made an appointment with the vet and went there today. Told her what the symptoms were and she listened to his heat and lungs and felt his stomach. She found a fist size lump in his stomach. He was quickly x-rayed and she suspected cancer. The decision was taken to quickly rush him into theatre and open him up to find our what it was for sure. I wanted to give him a chance if it was something treatable. By now tears were running down my face and I told her if it was cancer and no chance for a full recovery then she should just let him sleep and never wake up.
It was the hardest thing saying goodbye to him at the vet clinic knowing that most likely I would never see him again. It came as a complete shock that he wouldn't come home with me in the car, I never suspected anything serious like cancer. He was just a bit over 1 1/2 years old. I've been crying non-stop for 8 hours now, I'm surprised I have tears left. I feel like it was such a rushed goodbye and I didn't have time to give him a big hug and kiss. My husband is also very upset he's been out of town the whole week and we had no idea when he left on Sunday our little cat wouldn't be around the following weekend.
About 2 weeks ago I noticed that he wasn't as playful as usual and would just sleep on the sofa for most of the day. I also noticed that he wasn't following me around everywhere like he used to and a couple of days ago I thought he looked like he lost some weight. I made an appointment with the vet and went there today. Told her what the symptoms were and she listened to his heat and lungs and felt his stomach. She found a fist size lump in his stomach. He was quickly x-rayed and she suspected cancer. The decision was taken to quickly rush him into theatre and open him up to find our what it was for sure. I wanted to give him a chance if it was something treatable. By now tears were running down my face and I told her if it was cancer and no chance for a full recovery then she should just let him sleep and never wake up.
It was the hardest thing saying goodbye to him at the vet clinic knowing that most likely I would never see him again. It came as a complete shock that he wouldn't come home with me in the car, I never suspected anything serious like cancer. He was just a bit over 1 1/2 years old. I've been crying non-stop for 8 hours now, I'm surprised I have tears left. I feel like it was such a rushed goodbye and I didn't have time to give him a big hug and kiss. My husband is also very upset he's been out of town the whole week and we had no idea when he left on Sunday our little cat wouldn't be around the following weekend.