This will not be a well done post.
It’s mostly informative, and I’m processing while I do it, so note that. This will also serve as a blanket way to let a lot of people know who want to know.
The takehome message is that I just got back from the vet, and Mia the cat is terminal. I’ve been tracking a spot on her spine for a while, and this week Dan and I agreed it was increased in size. Today the vet concurred and said, unfortunately, this one cannot be operated on. It’s ON the spine, and it’s calcified. A specialist could, maybe, but even that’s iffy. Also, between her age and the fact that this is seven months post surgery, on a kind of tumor which WILL grow back, possibly sooner the next time, surgery is pretty much out.
So Mia is in hospice. The tumor will continue to grow, possibly very quickly. She will lose weight from it stealing her nutrients, so we have kitten food and some diet supplements. I also have pain killer to keep it from bothering her. But eventually the tumor will simply get too big and heavy, and it will decrease the quality of her life to the point where it will be kinder to take it from her gently. Or something else of a complication will come up sooner, or the pain will become too great. The bottom line is that within six months, likely less, I will lose her.
Yes. I’m very sad. There’s no way you hear a friend of sixteen years is dying right now and you don’t cry. Just no way. I don’t think for a moment it will be any easier when the moment comes, either. It’s slightly easier, though, because I thought I was going to face this in February. Every day since then has been a gift. Every day still is, even more so now. I can just see the end of the ride more clearly.
Family and friends; if you want to come visit her, just let us know. My hope right now is that I get to keep her through Christmas.
Go ahead and pass the news on. It will save me from having to tell the story over and over.