The wife called me at work all concerned when she got up this morning (her day off) to ask me what had happened. She said the hallway and kitchen table and coffee table looked like a crime scene.
Turns out that one of the cats, the "little girl" had something growing on her the size of an orange. Rush to vet...they determined she had a cancerous tumor that usually only dogs get that had bled internally until it burst and while they could remove it and maybe save her she would last maybe 6 months. It was a hard decision but knowing that she would be in pain and discomfort to the end we decided she needed the best we could do for her. When we get the ashes back she will join her "momma lady" in the yard she loved.
She was one of 3 cats I recovered from our attic when their mother abandoned them up there one hot summer 12 years ago and they were bottle raised by us and trained to be proper watch cats by the dog who kept them all in line and took her maternal duties to heart.
Turns out that one of the cats, the "little girl" had something growing on her the size of an orange. Rush to vet...they determined she had a cancerous tumor that usually only dogs get that had bled internally until it burst and while they could remove it and maybe save her she would last maybe 6 months. It was a hard decision but knowing that she would be in pain and discomfort to the end we decided she needed the best we could do for her. When we get the ashes back she will join her "momma lady" in the yard she loved.
She was one of 3 cats I recovered from our attic when their mother abandoned them up there one hot summer 12 years ago and they were bottle raised by us and trained to be proper watch cats by the dog who kept them all in line and took her maternal duties to heart.



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