Mom just called me...she was in tears.
The pathology came back - Pyka has nasal lymphoma, nose cancer. They couldn't get everything out without endangering him.
The vet says he can live longer with chemo...but apparently chemo is harder on cats than humans.
It's not just mom - but she is exhausted from the feeding...
I am crying, my heart is just cracked in two - he is only 8! WHY HIM????
I don't know how I can be ther with him. I JUST CAN'T. This is too sudden, we've been trying to help him so much.
Mom wants to spare him further suffering, and have him PTS today. He will be cremated, and his urn will be with us. He was one of my sister's dear cats, and it seems to me the cemetery gal said cats could have been interred too.
There was a pic of them as babies in a tiny flowered frame that is sitting on top of Darcia's urn, inside the vault.![]()
It's Pyka, not me - but I JUST CAN'T DO THIS...when it was the old Siamese, debilitated by strokes, that was hard enough. but this....
oh god
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