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She was diganosed back in August. It's cancer of the tongue, and we were given a very grim future for her, and actually had a date with death scheduled for her quite literally b/c we had an appointment for her to be put to sleep within days of finding out her diagnosis. But the night before she was to be put down, she came out of the bedroom for the first time in days, had toys in her mouth, playing with toys, playing with us, being very active as if to say "Mom! Dad! I'm not ready yet!".
The vet told us in August that we shouldn't expect her to live more than 2 months, and that was a very very liberal life expectancy for her. Well, that was 4 months ago and she's still going strong.
Partly because of her short life expectancy, and partly because of her kind of cancer, and frankly, partly because we just couldn't afford the cost (both myself and my husband are nursing students), we opted not to go with Chemo or radiation treatment. I think that's okay, though. She's fine, and we're treating her as a hospice would treat a human. She's loaded up with pain meds, she's fed, she's warm, and she knows she's loved and we know that her future is really up to nature and time, and we just have an obligation to ensure that she's as comfortable and pain free as possible. Should things get bad for her, we have an excellent vet who will put her down humanely and with compassion and respect for her life and those that love her (great! now I'm crying). But we just take it day by day and she's doing much better than anyone ever thought she would. I cringe when I think that she could have been dead, by our hands, at the wrong time.
I don't know---I have a hard time with people who see companion animals as "just animals". This cat and her brother are 10 years old. I don't know how a person could live with such a creature for 10 years and not be emotionally involved with it. THis cat is my baby and I wish I could take her pain and put it in me, because at least I can understand it. She can't. I can't explain to her why she doesn't have a tongue, or why she can't eat, or why we have to feed her through a tube in her neck. Or maybe I can when she sits on my lap and purs and sleeps for hours, or when she cries to us for lap-time, or when I'm getting frustrated and she just looks at me and cuddles up as if it's the only way she can say "it's alright mama".
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Thanks for your words.
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