...because she's been off her food for a couple of days, and she's lost a bit of weight. The vet examined her, and said she's got a tumour about the size of a tangerine, probably on her kidneys, and, well, there's nothing they can do.
I really didn't expect that at all. Well, I guess it's always at the back of your mind, but until the last day or two she's been her usual self, and I hoped it was going to be something treatable.
She's had a steroid injection, which I understand is just a temporary measure, and she seems happy enough in herself, not in any pain or distress, but I know it's only a matter of time before we make the one-way trip back to the vet. He wanted to put her down there and then, so it's clearly not something I'm going to be able to delay very much longer, and I obviously don't want her to suffer, but I'm finding it so hard to get my head round it after 13 years of her being with me.
Letting go is so hard....even when you know it's the right thing to do.
I really didn't expect that at all. Well, I guess it's always at the back of your mind, but until the last day or two she's been her usual self, and I hoped it was going to be something treatable.
She's had a steroid injection, which I understand is just a temporary measure, and she seems happy enough in herself, not in any pain or distress, but I know it's only a matter of time before we make the one-way trip back to the vet. He wanted to put her down there and then, so it's clearly not something I'm going to be able to delay very much longer, and I obviously don't want her to suffer, but I'm finding it so hard to get my head round it after 13 years of her being with me.
Letting go is so hard....even when you know it's the right thing to do.
I'm so very sorry. x
