Last week, I learned of the sad passing of one of our dear feline friends, Fuschia. Even though he had been sick for some time, it was still not easy to take. He was in my mind a fixture - in his house, in his relationship with his humans. And he left a void, which most assuredly will be filled with memories. I try to remember that life goes on, the world keeps turning. But beginnings always mean endings somewhere along the way. And endings are rarely easy. Peace out, dear Fuss-Fuss.
It made it all the harder to drop off Duncan for his first radiation treatment on Thursday. ut our little boy did great! He now has a big X on his tumor. I like that it looks like a target. The oncologist said that he was a dream under anesthesia, meaning his vitals were good and strong. Only 2 more treatments to go then a possible debulking surgery. It is a really big tumor. I hope they can take some of it out safely. Even though I know it will grow back. But I'd just like to see it be smaller. And Duncan is getting very light. I'm trying to get him to eat more, which he will do. But not on his own. Odd that. He used to eat everything in sight. And it's not his appetite. I think he just gets tired of eating. I have those days sometimes......
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