My 12 year old cat, Murphy, has not been doing very well the last 2 weeks. Not eating or drinking, being lethargic though she wants to be herself.
Been doing the Vet thing all over town, looking for answers. Bloodwork, stomach fluid work, sonograms and now the $2K exploritory/biopsy surgery.
Biopsy resuslts come in two days, but from what the doc saw, he said it did not look good. Cancer.
We are not counting are chickens before the official results, but we are ready for the worst. The wife and I have cried alone, together and with friends and family; we have made our peace.
Murphy has been home for the last 3 days, and we are doing everything to keep her comfy and in full love.
This blows, but I understand the circle of life thing. We've been here before, and it hurt bad...until I found Murphy as a stray on an old route of mine at work 12 years ago. And for sure, 12 years of love from Murphy far out-weighs these moments of sadness.
The circle is now almost complete, one more time...