This is my poor baby girl, Ella, who I found out yesterday has inoperable metastatic adenocarcinoma. Let me tell you, having an office with no ceiling that you share with a dude is less than ideal when you’re weeping like a little girl. Ella’s not a “baby” of course – she’s about 8 going on 9 – and is one of the sweetest animals I’ve ever known.
This was very sudden – she had no apparent masses on exam just a little more than a week prior to the biospy. We had taken her back to the vet following being seen for a minor eye thing because I noticed that she was louder when drinking water and doing something funny with dry cat food – the kitties, they’re subtle. Blog posts may be infrequent. Right now we are just keeping her comfortable and have had “the conversation” with the vet.
By the way, if you are in the Nashville area, Dr. Ross at the Nashville Cat Clinic is just about all you could ask for in a vet. Knowledgeable *and* kind – he talked to me on the phone for 20 minutes or more yesterday when the biopsy results came in.